-Enzo-
Reilly is silent the whole way home. I can’t tell if she’s that hungover or embarrassed. Hell, it could be both. I’ve come to realize that when I’m focused, I make her nervous. That knowledge is delicious, and I definitely used it to my advantage earlier this morning.
“Are we safe here?” she asks softly, blinking up at the house before we enter.
“Of course,” I tell her, not fully understanding her concern.
She nods, but she’s hesitant. “It’s just that we stayed at my dad’s place…”
“We stayed because you were drunk,” I say, trying to suppress my laugh. “Not because you wouldn’t be safe here.”
“Oh,” is all she says, but she walks into the house. It must have been enough to put her mind at ease.
I follow her up the stairs, the box in my hands. She assured me that she d
