ENZO
HE WAS BREATHING hard. Heart pounding, eyes red as tears streaked down his face as he glared at me.
A scared rabbit. That’s what he looked like.
I didn’t know why I’d kissed him. The plan had been to stay away, but Gods—when he said those words, with that crushing, hunting look… I couldn’t breathe.
Not when I saw him. Not when it reminded me of him.
“You get it! You don’t understand what it’s like to feel trapped. What it’s like to hide!”
So I had done the first thing I could to shut him up. I kissed him. And now… I wasn’t sure if my lips moved to silence him or to quiet the small hiccups tearing from him.
I closed the space between us, crushing my lips to his roughly, violently, silencing his sobs. He tried to push me away, nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to draw
