"Careful," he says, his hand catching the bit of food falling from my mouth.
Well, if he wasn't disgusted by me before… he sure is now.
The next day,I try to find a good outfit for what Enzo has planned. I'd woken up to a note next to me where he'd detailed what he had in mind for today—teaching me how to drive. I'd told him some of the things I'd always wanted to do, but for all his sweet talk, I hadn't considered that he might indulge me. Especially after I'd slammed the door to the room in his face the other night.
We might just be starting to get along, but I won't give in to him just because of that.
I find a pair of pants that seems acceptable and add a sweater on, since it's quite cold outside. When I feel ready, I leave the room, heading down to where Enzo is waiting for me at his car.
As I'm about to exit the house, I bump into Lucia, and my day immediately sours.
I try to ignore her as I pass by, but she grabs my hand, her mouth close to my ear.
"You're not the first one he's gotten off in that bed," she smirks, an insidious smile that makes me ill. Pushing me away, she leaves, her words still reeling in my head.
What is she talking about? How does she even know?
I walk absentmindedly to the front of the house where Enzo is already waiting for me.
I look up at him. He's wearing a pair of black jeans and a navy-blue knitted sweater. Even in my muddled state, I can agree that Enzo has a dreamy physique. His muscles are bulging even through the thick material of the sweater, his shoulders broad and tapering to a small waist. And then there are his thighs… My gaze follows the natural contour of his body, and I swallow hard.
You're not the first one he's gotten off in that bed.
"Done staring?" The corner of his mouth pulls up, and he opens the door for me to get in the driver's seat.
I don't even reply, his mother's words playing in my mind on repeat.
What did she mean?
"Allegra!" Enzo's words finally register. He's frowning at me, and I try to shake off my doubts.
For once, I don't want to argue.
"Are you scared? It's not too hard…" he explains what I have to do, detailing every step. I will myself to focus, nodding along.
"Thank you," I add when he's finished, and he regales me with one of those wicked smiles of his.
Damn! Why is my heart going crazy?
I clear my throat, trying to seem unaffected. Ever sincethatnight, I find myself having very dirty thoughts whenever I see him.
Okay, even when I'm alone, but they are more intense when he's next to me.
Before, I'd tried very hard to disregard his perfectly chiseled looks, or how a small dimple forms when he smiles, or even how his eyes seem to sparkle when he finds something amusing, the green of his irises becoming deeper, more striking.
Now? I can barely take my eyes off his hands, with the way his veins visibly protrude when he's flexing his muscles, the slight indentation making me clench my thighs together, the memory from before still fresh. Those very hands had stroked and caressed me in places I'd had no idea could be touched like that. And somehow he'd stoked a fire in me that threatens to become an inferno.
God!
I blink twice, aware he's been saying something this whole time and I've just been staring at his hands, thinking how it would feel to have his fingers inside of me again…
"Yes!" I blurt out, my eyes wide at the direction of mythoughts. Wanton, I'm becoming wanton. And the knowing smirk that appears on his face makes me suspect he knows exactly what I'd been thinking.
"And you grip it tightly, wrapping your hand around the head," he continues, and I just nod, lost again in his eyes.
"Let's see what you've got." That comes out of nowhere, and I look at him in surprise.
I scramble in my seat, putting on the seatbelt, and then I try to remembersomeof the things he'd been saying. Luckily, he lists his instructions again, and I follow.
