“I was thinking we could make this.” He pointed to an image of a chocolate cake. “I mean, if you want.”
“I do.” I kissed him again. He easily fell into it, his tongue tangling with mine.
“Do you know how fucking much I miss you when I’m not near you?” he asked between kisses.
“Show me,” I replied.
He kissed me again, but the front door opened. Enzo walked in.
Cole broke our kiss off and grinned at Enzo.
“Hey, beautiful. How was work?”
“Terrible,” Enzo muttered, his dark eyes skirting over Cole’s arm around me, then to my face. “How was your day?”
“Boring. I set a broken leg and then watched a patient exorcist puke on a nurse.”
“Well, that does sound… boring.” Enzo shook his head. “Rosalie? Anything interesting?”
“Um, not really. I started to write a new song,” I replied, watching Enzo watch me. Butterflies jumped to life in my stomach. I needed to tell Cole what I’d done with Enzo. In fact, I was going to do it tonight. I didn’t need the secret kept. Speaking up was what I hoped would fix the mess we were all in. I’d leave tomorrow to stay with Ryder, and then Evan would join us. I assumed Cole would come stay with us at that point, so time was of the essence.
“Really?” Cole’s eyes lit up. “What’s it called?”
“Uh, Dirty Secrets and Sweet Nothings,” I muttered, glancing at Enzo. His brows crinkled as he stared back at me.
“Oh, spicy. I can’t wait to hear it.” Cole kissed my cheek. “I’m going to run upstairs and take a shower. E said he’d be here at seven with Laz.”
“I’ll get going on dinner,” I said.
Cole grinned down at me. “I fucking love you. I’ll be right back.”
He kissed me again before leaving the room, a little bounce in his step.
Enzo moved toward me, his dark eyes fixed on mine.
My breath caught when he reached me, and his hands landed on my hips.
“I missed you,” he admitted softly. “All day. All I could think about was you.”
“Really?”
He brushed his lips against mine. “Really, Sunshine.”
“We… We should talk,” I said.
He rested his forehead against mine. “I don’t want to talk if it’s bad.”
“Enzo—”
“Rosalie, please. Let us have these moments.”
“That’s the thing?—”
He captured my lips with his again. “Shh. You talk too much.”
“You don’t listen enough.”
“I just want these moments?—”
