“It was Shopie calling, so I answered,” I said, hesitant. Enzo looked angry, and the mood was gone.
“I told you, don’t mind her! Why didn’t you listen?!” he snapped.
I flinched at the way his voice rose.
“Enzo,” I whispered, holding his gaze. He was furious with me.
“Next time, learn to listen to me!” he said, still angry.
It scared me a little. Enzo had never shouted at me before. He’d given me the cold treatment, sure. But real anger? That was different.
“I—”
I didn’t get to finish. He grabbed my waist and spun us. I yelped as we switched places, and I fell back onto the soft bed with him over me. Our chests nearly touched.
My eyes widened when he pinned both my wrists above my head, holding them tight.
“Enzo, what are you doing?” I asked, my voice shaking.
“Punishing
