Love and lies, desire and destruction. After desire leaves two hearts broken, Lucy and Enzo spend years apart, both hurting, neither healing.
One day Lucy finds herself in desperate need of saving, the only question is whether Enzo will hear her cal...
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Stepping off the plane a deliciously cool breeze tingles across my skin. Leaning back against Enzo, I stand on the top of the stairs and stare out at the gorgeous, private island. It's small enough that you could probably walk around it in a day, but it's secluded and for the first time since I was rescued, I feel completely safe.
After sleeping the entire flight and afternoon away, I'm now wide awake even as the evening sets in on the island. As it's winter at the moment, it's too cold to go and spend an evening on the beach.
As we walk down to the concrete, Enzo's hand resting at the small of my back, I tug at the neckline of Enzo's hoody that I'm wearing.
"Is this better, sweetheart?" Enzo asks softly in my ear before kissing it gently.
"Much better." I say, nodding my head before sighing happily, "I'm sorry."
"Why are you sorry gorgeous?" Enzo asks instantly as we walk, hand in hand in the direction of a large white mansion.
"Because I'm inconveniencing you and your life."
Enzo stops abruptly and spins me around by my hips so I'm staring at his tight white shirt. Tipping my chin up with his knuckle, Enzo shakes his head at my words as he strokes my cheek.
"Turn my word upside down. Burn it, destroy everything. I would sell everything I own just so I could have a second with you."
"Awww." I groan out, utterly embarrassed, shocked and smitten by his romantic words.
Enzo chuckles as I press my face into his chest, wrapping my arms around his middle. After a moment I feel Enzo wrap his arms around my waist.
"Thank you." I murmur as I look up at him.
I'm stuck suddenly by the revelation that I want to kiss him. Actually, want isn't the right word, I need to kiss him.
Raising up to my tiptoes, I lean in to kiss Enzo. We don't break eye contact, both of us breathing ever heavier as our lips get closer and closer together.
"Should we be doing this?" Enzo asks, rather late as our lips are almost brushing together.
"Why not?" I breath back, itching to close the distance.
"Because you're still hurt and healing... I don't want to take advantage of you."
"Just kiss me." I reply and those words finally push both of us over the edge of our self control.
Our lips meet and I feel like sobbing with the relief of coming home. We stand there, wrapped in each other's arms as our lips softly move together.
We don't deepen the kiss as the moment isn't right. This isn't about a sexual kiss that's leading somewhere, it's about being with each other- the intimacy and familiarity hurts my chest.
