Lucy Greene and Enzo Russo find each other in a twist of fate and instantly desire takes them over.
But as the real world creeps in around them, it seems that fate has played a trick on them.
Lucy Greene is on her year abroad in Italy when she mee...
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Enzo leads me out of the busy villa, his hand never leaves the small of my back. It's almost like he's protecting me and from his clenches jaw maybe he is.
My heels click on the polished white stone entrance to the villa but Enzo still doesn't remove his hand from my back.
"It's very beautiful tonight, no?" He speaks as we both stare at the last light pink of the dusk before night sets in.
"Yes, it really is."
Smiling, I stride out and onto the path which leads us down the garden to the road. Then only a strip of concrete separates me from the white sands of the beach.
Enzo's attention is on his phone for a moment so I step out of his reach, ready to cross the road.
I'm about to step out, having checked that nothing is coming, but as soon as I do lights blare in my face as a car hurtles towards me.
Enzo pulls me back by my hips, he seems to spend an awful lot of time gripping me there.
"Are you ok, Lucia?" His accent is even heavier now he's distressed.
I nod my head as the car quickly vanishes, I feel too shocked to speak.
"I'm guessing cars in England go a lot slower, no?" He chuckles as he leads me out onto the road, his hand once again nestled in the small of my back.
"I did check," I protest hoping he didn't think I'm some foolish girl.
"I know you did." He reassures as we pause for a moment.
I bend down and remove my shoes, my toes instantly submerge themselves in the soft sand of the beach.
I go to pick them up, but they are already in Enzo's hands. There is something claiming about such a simple action and it makes my heart quicken with desire.
"So, how long have you been here?" He questions as we walk side by side along the stretch of the beach.
"Circa quattro settimane." I reply, attempting some Italian to impress him.
It seems to work because he moves ever so slightly closer to me. Now our fingertips brush as we walk together and it makes me smile into the weak light.
"Is that all? You walk and talk like a native." He replies with a coy smile, is he flirting with me?
"And you certainly dress like you're made for Milan."
Ok, he's definitely flirting with me.
"The water looks heavenly." I gaze out at it as it tempts me.
"It always does," Enzo smiles at me as he watches my gaze on the ocean. "Have you been swimming yet?"
"'No," I shake my head forlornly, "I haven't had the time."
"So let's go now." Enzo offers, his eyes challenging and daring me.
