CENZO |18+

06|Call me?

Louise

And then it hit me, I'm enjoying this conversation way too much to even remember that I didn't get his name. I don't know what he wants with me, but he looks way too young to even be looking at me the way he is. Looking at me like... like he wants to eat me whole. He looked older the two times I have seen him but now, without the suit, I mean, his body could pass for a good 29 maybe. But his face? Nope, there is no way he could be anything older than 24. And with that damn T-shirt, the beautiful earring and nose ring, how am I supposed to act normal?

I would've entertained him if he looked around my age but no, definitely too young for me. He thinks I'm younger, probably because of my baby face and also, thanks to my mum, good genes. But I feel like a cougar just sitting here talking to him.

"Louise Martin" I say.

"Louise?" he repeats and my name has never sounded better. "Are you French?" He asks and I nod slightly.

"Enzo De Luca." He says sending me that killer smile. My eyes drop to his pink and moist lips again watching his lips part from the smile.

"Is that short for something?" I ask. I know the name Enzo, is commonly used short for a longer term, so I had to ask. He seemed surprised by my question but still sends me a sweet smile as he nods.

"Vincenzo" he replies.

"Okay. I'm guessing you're Italian" I say putting the baby back in the carrier.

"I am" he says taking the coffee to his lips. This is the third time I've looked at his lips and wondered what they would taste like. The fuck is wrong with me?

"You don't sound like it" I say taking a sip of my tea just hoping he doesn't take offence to my words.

"I was born here, but I do have an accent, I don't know how you're missing it. What about you, you sound more British than French?" He asks.

"Well, I moved to London from France when I was a little girl. Lived most of my life there until I moved here"

He slowly nods at me with a smile.

"What do you do Louise?" He asks and I can't help but laugh.

"Why are you trying to get to know me?" I ask between my laugh and he joins in.

"I'm just trying to be your friend baby" he says leaning forward and folding his arms on the small table.

Fuck.Me.

Now I can't breath. He is properly covered but how the T-shirt outlines every muscle in his shoulders and chest, and those damn bare arms, I can't help but wonder what he looks like shirtless.

He is just a kid, you perv.

"Well" I say clearing my throat and blinking a few times while I shook my head to bring me back to reality. "Friends don't call me baby, you can start there"

"So you..." his phone rang, interrupting him. "Sorry" he says taking it off his pocket and I watch how his muscles flex as he puts the phone to his ear. My thighs clench on instinct when he stands up to excuse himself and my eyes follow his every movement as he walks out the coffee shop.