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“YEAH. I AM.”
The words made my breath hitch, my fingers curling tighter in his hair. f**k. I never thought Enzo being jealous of his own damn brother would have my pulse racing, but it did. It f*****g did.
I was still straddling him, knees pressing into the sides of his chair, his hands resting heavy on my hips. The air between us had gone too still, thick enough that I could feel his breath slide across my throat.
I leaned closer until our mouths were a breath apart, eyes locked. “You want a kiss, Enzo?” I whispered, my voice low, teasing even though my chest felt too tight. “You’re getting the first taste this time.”
His jaw flexed, muscle ticking hard, like he was remembering that night—when I’d thrown the same words at him after asking if he was jealous of Eli.
Before I cou
