❝Get away from me Enzo .❞ I said with pure annoyance from this man. I stumbled outside in the rain to get myself away from him, but then suddenly he appeared in front of me causing a jump out of me. "Do you not understand the meaning of get away fr...
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COMFORT. That's what I felt in my own bed, but this time it was different. My eyes opened seeing I was back on my side of the bed.
Feeling the weight of his body on the other side of my bed. I turn over gazing at one of his arms on my pillow and the other on his hard abs. The strands of his black hair were messy all over his face and my white pillow.
I lift my body up with my elbows seeping into my sheets and mattress. I've never seen him look so peaceful and calm. I bring myself up in the bed opening the curtains to my canopy bed getting up to go in my bathroom.
I walked into the bathroom to fix my hair putting it into a bun. It turned into washing my face and brushing my teeth. I heard my door open "Enzo?" I said confused then I see Everest with a plate of breakfast for me. I covered my breasts that were pointing through the prints of my shirt.
He didn't see Lorenzo yet through the curtains of my canopy. "Good morning" he chirped to me "Everest thank you, but you can't keep doing this." I was about to take the tray, then Lorenzo's tatted hand took it from him.
Everest flinched from his sudden appearance. "She's right, you cant and you won't keep doing this." He pressed the tray hard against Everests chest. "Can you please leave Everest, I'll see you later." I said to him like it was a warning, I didn't want to hear them argue. Especially about little old me.
He surprisingly did obediently so, leaving me and Lorenzo alone again. "I don't get how you can still speak to him like I'm not around." He rolled his eyes. "He's still my friend whether you agree with it or not" I tell him while going back into the bathroom.
"Obviously you know I don't agree with this Arabella." I hesitated to turn around to him and he kept me trapped. His hands were on both sides of me touching the counters.
"I don't like when others touch what's mine" His voice filled with possession as he looks down at me. "what do you mean what's yours?" He mouths to me 'you' and I thought I imagined it.
My thighs felt like they were tensing. "I'm not yours"— not knowing what he meant by that "You're not, but you've been touched by me. You should be though" Our eyes stayed on each other.
"Do you like it?" He asks me "Do I like what?" My head tilts at him "Me touching you," "It doesn't scare you?" He sounded uncertain. "No it doesn't scare me, I'm just not- not used to it" I answer him honestly.
"Okay good" His hand imprinted onto my neck pulling his lips on mine again. My hands were thrown up to his chest and traveled up around his neck. Out of surprise he threw me up on the counter making me grunt loud.
