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“I have to talk to your father, because I’m not sure how safe you truly are right now,” Enzo tells me as he pulls the blanket back over my naked body. “Stay here. Don’t answer the door unless it’s me.”
“I’m safe here,” I protest.
He smirks. “Yes, but you’re naked and you’re mine. Don’t let anyone in.”
I know I’m naked, but my brain is hazy and I didn’t quite realize it, you know? f**k, I was just sitting on top of him. I close my eyes, trying to find a rational thought that I’m sure is in my brain somewhere, but I can’t grasp one. “I don’t think I like being drunk.”
His hand touches my head, and then his lips graze my forehead. “Go to sleep, Princess. You won’t feel drunk in the morning. You’ll feel like ass, but you won’t feel drunk.”
I open my eyes as he turns
