A Knock Away

Chapter 18 :Growing Comfort

The morning after our date, I woke up feeling a mix of contentment and anticipation. Last night had been perfect, and I found myself smiling at the memory of Enzo's flirty comments and the warmth of his touch. It was Saturday, and with no immediate plans, I decided to take it easy.

Enzo and I had planned to watch a movie together later in the day, and I couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. Spending more time with him in such a relaxed setting was exciting, but it also made me wonder where things were heading.

I got up, dressed in something casual but cute, and headed to the living room where Enzo was already waiting. He looked up from his phone and smiled when he saw me. "Good morning," he said, his voice warm.

"Good morning," I replied, feeling a flutter in my chest. "What movie should we watch?"

He shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes. "I'll let you pick. I trust your taste."

I scanned the collection of movies he had, eventually settling on a romantic comedy. "How about this one?"

Enzo nodded, standing up to put the movie on. "Perfect choice."

We settled onto the couch, and I couldn't help but feel the tension between us. As the movie started, I found myself inching closer to him. It wasn't long before our shoulders were touching, and I felt a pleasant warmth radiating from him.

About halfway through the movie, I felt Enzo's hand gently graze mine. I glanced at him, and he met my eyes with a soft smile. "Is this okay?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded, my heart racing. "Yeah, it's okay."

He took my hand in his, and the simple gesture sent a rush of warmth through me. We continued watching the movie, but my focus was entirely on the feeling of his hand in mine. His thumb traced gentle circles on the back of my hand, and it felt so intimate, so right.

As the movie progressed, we grew more comfortable. Enzo's arm found its way around my shoulders, and I leaned into him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest. It was incredibly soothing, and I felt myself relax more and more.

"You're so warm," I murmured, almost to myself.

He chuckled softly. "You're not so bad yourself."

The playful banter eased any lingering tension, and soon, we were engrossed in the movie again. But the contact between us remained, growing more familiar with each passing moment.

When the credits rolled, neither of us moved. We stayed there, enjoying the quiet intimacy. Eventually, Enzo broke the silence. "Want to watch another one?"

"Sure," I replied, snuggling closer. "But you pick this time."

He selected an action movie, and as it started, I felt his hand move to my thigh, resting there gently. My breath hitched, and I glanced up at him. He looked down at me, his eyes searching mine for any sign of discomfort.

"Is this okay?" he asked again, his voice low.

I nodded, my pulse quickening. "Yes, it's okay."

His hand stayed on my thigh, a comforting weight that made my skin tingle. We watched the movie in companionable silence, but I could feel the charged energy between us. Every small movement, every accidental brush of our bodies, sent sparks flying.

About halfway through the second movie, there was a knock on the door. I frowned, reluctantly pulling away from Enzo to answer it. A maintenance worker stood there, holding a notice.

"Miss Noralee," he said, handing me the paper. "Your apartment will be ready for you to move back in tomorrow. The pipes have been fixed, and everything is back to normal."

"Thank you," I said, taking the notice. I closed the door and turned back to Enzo, who was watching me with a curious expression.

"What was that about?" he asked.

I held up the notice. "My apartment will be ready tomorrow."

He nodded, his expression unreadable. "I guess our time together is running out."

I felt a pang of sadness at the thought. "Yeah, I guess so."

We returned to the couch, but the mood had shifted slightly. Knowing that our time together was limited made every moment feel more precious. I found myself wanting to make the most of it.

As the movie continued, I rested my head on Enzo's shoulder, feeling a deep sense of comfort. His hand returned to my thigh, and I placed my hand on top of his, intertwining our fingers. The simple touch felt incredibly intimate.

"Enzo," I said softly, turning to look at him. "Thank you for letting me stay here. I really appreciate it."

He smiled, his eyes soft. "Of course, Noralee. It's been... nice having you here."

We fell into a comfortable silence, watching the movie. But the knowledge that I would be leaving soon made everything feel more intense. Every touch, every glance, felt loaded with meaning.

After the movie ended, Enzo suggested we make something to eat. We moved to the kitchen, and I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement at the prospect of spending more time with him.

"What should we cook?" I asked, looking through the fridge.

"How about soup?" he suggested, pulling out some ingredients.

We started cooking together, moving around the small kitchen in a synchronized dance. There were moments when our hands brushed, and each touch sent a thrill through me. We laughed and joked, the atmosphere light and easy.

As I reached for a spice on a high shelf, Enzo came up behind me, his body pressing against mine as he grabbed it for me. The closeness made my heart race, and I could feel his breath on my neck.

"Here you go," he said, his voice low and smooth.

"Thanks," I replied, my voice sounding breathless even to my own ears.

We continued cooking, the air between us crackling with tension. At one point, our hands reached for the same utensil, and our fingers tangled together. We both froze, the intensity of the moment taking over.

Our eyes met, and I felt my breath catch. His gaze was intense, filled with something I couldn't quite place. Slowly, he leaned in, his lips hovering just above mine.

His lips met mine in a soft, tentative kiss. It was gentle at first, exploring, but quickly grew more passionate. He pulled me closer, his hands roaming my back, and I melted into him, my arms wrapping around his neck.

We broke apart, both breathing heavily. "Noralee," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

"Enzo," I replied, feeling a shiver run down my spine.

We resumed cooking, but the tension between us had only grown. Every touch, every glance, felt charged with electricity. We finished making the pasta and sat down to eat, but my mind was elsewhere, lost in thoughts of him.

After dinner, we decided to watch one more movie. This time, the closeness between us was undeniable. I leaned against him, feeling the steady beat of his heart, and he wrapped his arm around me, pulling me even closer.

As the night wore on, I felt a growing sense of urgency. Our time together was running out, and I didn't want to waste a single moment. We finished the movie, and I turned to look at him, my heart pounding.

"Enzo," I said softly, my voice trembling slightly.

"Yes?" he replied, his eyes locked on mine.

"I don't want this to end," I admitted, feeling a rush of emotion.

He cupped my cheek, his thumb stroking my skin. "Neither do I, Noralee."

We moved closer, our lips meeting in a searing kiss. The world around us faded away, leaving only the two of us, lost in each other. We kissed deeply, passionately, our hands exploring each other's bodies.

As the night drew to a close, I knew that our time together was limited, but it felt like we had all the time in the world. Enzo and I were growing closer, and I couldn't wait to see where this journey would take us.