I wake up with someone’s arms around my body. I get more comfortable knowing its Enzo. Then I remember that I am in his house, not my father’s house. I can’t imagine how worried my family is going to be when they wake up and find out I am not there. I get up and look for my phone to call mama so she won’t be concerned, but my morning could not get any more difficult. I pick up my phone and see its dead. I must have forgotten to charge it last night. I will just get home before she wakes up. I have to wake Enzo so we can leave before anyone notices I am not home.
“Baby, baby, baby.”
“Mmmmm.”
“We have to leave before someone notices I am not at home,” I say, but it is like I am talking to a wall because Enzo only gets more comfortable on the bed.
“ENZO WAKE UP,” I say shouting into his e
