I shouldn’t know that.
It shouldn’t be imprinted in my brain.
But it is.
I force myself to breathe past the arousal flooding my system.
She doesn’t need me getting hard over her when she’s just recovering from her piece of shit husband and his friends.
Christ, I’m a dick.
Izzy lets out a small sigh as she leans back against the tub and I swear my cock actually twitches at the sound.
Fuck.I grit my teeth, realizing what a terrible idea this was.
“Do you remember the time my dad caught you sneaking into my bedroom?” Izzy asks suddenly, smiling wistfully.
I huff a laugh, remember just that. “Fuck, I’d never been more scared of anything.”
She grins at me. “He was so angry.”
I shake my head at her. “Didn’t stop me from doing it again the next night.”
Her laugh lights up her entire face. It’s so beautiful it hurts.
But then her smile fades, a cloud forming over her head.
“I wish we could go back,” she whispers weakly. “Things were so much simpler.”
“Speaking of simple…” I start.
Izzy looks at me expectantly.
“What was the phone call about?”
She sighs, tilting her head back. “I’ve been wondering whenyou’d ask about that.”
“Tell me,” I coax, moving to kneel by her head.
Her eyes lock onto mine. “I can’t tell you much.” I open my mouth in protest, but she cuts me off. “I want to. Trust me I’d love to tell you everything. But I can’t. It’s not just my life that rests on this.”
My eyebrows pull together, wondering what on earth she’s involved in.
“All I can tell you, is that I had ulterior motives for marrying,” she swallows hard, eyes glazing over, “him.”
“What reasons?”
She shakes her head. “I can’t Enzo.”
She pleads with me with me without words, her expression turning desperate.
My hand scrubs over my beard. “Fine, but I’m not going to settle for this none-answer forever, Izzy.”
She nods, knowing I mean it.
Izzy’s head swivels around, searching for something.
“What is it?”
