Page 124 of Sweetly Obsessed


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He might have known when to be quiet, but he rebelled in his own way, and it made my heart throb.

Out of all the males in my orbit growing up, Enzo was different.

Or so I thought.

Because later, it all turned to shit.

Our families fell out, and everything changed.

I guess there was a time when I was old enough to think this much older teen liked me, but it was in my head.

Older teens didn't like girls my age, and I think when Enzo walked out of my life when his father did, it broke my heart.

The worst part was I don't even think he realized.

He was just being dutiful to a kid.

Yeah, it broke my heart, and I worked hard to erase it because while it might not have meant a thing to him, he was my world, the one constant that made me safe, happy, and feeling like a princess.

More than that, though...

He was someone I was always able to say what was on my mind to, and he would speak the truth too.

Alex is, I suddenly realize, a lot like Enzo. Those sweet moments, the teasing, and even the flirting that can make a girl soar without the words having sexual or romantic meanings to them.

Holy shit. Alex is like I remember Enzo.

But better.

Because Alex is real.

I get up, breathing fast and deep. The whole revelation is too much.

I'm hot and bothered, and I need a shower.

The knowledge that Alex has cameras really should bother me, but it thrills and excites me, and in this, I'm sure he is unlike Enzo.

But I have work tomorrow, and so does, no doubt, Alex. I need to wind down, not up, and go to bed.

I start heading to the bathroom, then I stop.

Does Alex have...

Fuck. What if he has my bathroom decked out in cameras?

But no, I don't think he would have a camera in there.

I turn, though, and grab a stool, dragging it in. I climb on it, peeking up into different corners, pulling the stool from one side of the small bathroom to the other.

Nothing.

I'm an idiot.

With a determined breath, I drag the stool back to the kitchen area, and once I'm back in the bathroom, I turn on the shower.

"If he has something in here, let him enjoy the show."

And I laugh, stripping off.