TATE
I WOKE WITH my throat dry and a bladder ready to burst. First thing I did was shove my glasses on, squinting through the dim strip of light bleeding from under the bathroom door. I barely had time to think before my body dragged me upright.
I pushed the door open and froze.
Enzo. Shirtless. Blood smeared down his side and across the cold tile. He glared at me, jaw tight, a pair of tweezers gripped in his hand and my stomach lurched hard enough to make bile climb my throat.
“Don’t just f*****g stand there. Get out.” His voice was a low snarl and I took a step back out of instinct then stopped when he winced, pushing the metal back into his own flesh.
“Jesus,” I breathed. My skin prickled, the sound of it turning my insides. I should’ve left. He wasn’t my business. He could snap me
