ENZO
THE WORDS STRECHED between us.
“Let me outside this room. I won’t run. I swear.”
For a second, I just stared at him, the heat of his body under my arm, his scent still clinging to me like a drug I didn’t want to admit I needed. His blue eyes were wide, searching, too clear for someone who’d already lived through three weeks of hell.
I should’ve laughed. Should’ve reminded him what he was to me. Instead, the silence stretched to long, and I could feel how badly he wanted me to say yes.
“No.”
The word came out like a blade. Clean. Final.
His throat worked as he swallowed. “Why not? What the f**k do you think I’m gonna do?”
I pushed off the mattress and sat up, running a hand through my hair. “Why should I trust you?”
“I’m not asking for a car and the damn keys to the front door
