Hidden feelings

Chapter 4

Things had been weirdly quiet between me and Enzo for a while. We had gotten a little closer recently, but I could feel the tension whenever Lana was around. She was always watching, always suspicious.

Then one day, everything changed.

Enzo stopped talking to me altogether. No more casual conversations, no more friendly texts. It was like he had disappeared from my life. I didn't understand why until Sienna filled me in.

"Lana told him to stop talking to you," she said, her voice filled with disgust. "She gave him an ultimatum: either he cuts ties with you or they break up."

I felt a pang of hurt. "And he chose her?"

"Looks like it," Sienna replied. "I'm sorry, Evie."

I nodded, trying to hide my disappointment. "It's fine. I get it. He loves her."

A few weeks later, Reece announced that Enzo was staying over for the night. He had been at a party and it was easier for him to crash at our place. Sienna wasn't there, so it was just going to be me and the boys.

I was in my room, trying to focus on a book, when I heard a soft knock on my door. I opened it to find Enzo standing there, looking a bit disheveled and smelling faintly of alcohol.

"Enzo? What are you doing here?" I asked, surprised.

He looked around nervously before stepping inside and closing the door behind him. "Can we talk?"

I crossed my arms, leaning against the door. "I thought you weren't allowed to talk to me."

He gave a lopsided smile, his eyes glazed with drunkenness. "Screw that. I miss you, Evie."

I raised an eyebrow, trying to maintain my composure. "You miss me? You haven't acted like it."

He took a step closer, his gaze intense. "I do. More than you know."

I felt a mix of emotions—confusion, anger, and something else I couldn't quite place. "Well, it sure didn't seem like it when you ignored me for weeks."

He shrugged, looking sheepish. "Lana made me do it. But I don't care about that right now. I care about you."

I sighed, sitting down on the edge of my bed. "You can't just come in here and say that after everything, Enzo."

He sat down next to me, his hand brushing mine. "I know, and I'm sorry. But I need you to know how I feel."

I pulled my hand away, trying to keep my distance. "And how do you feel?"

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I can't stop thinking about you."

Before I could respond, he kissed me. It was sudden and unexpected, but I found myself kissing him back. The kiss quickly deepened, and despite my better judgment, I couldn't pull away.

"Enzo," I murmured, trying to find some semblance of control. "You're drunk. We shouldn't be doing this."

"Maybe," he said, his breath warm against my skin. "But I want you, Evie. I always have."

His words broke down my last defenses, and we lost ourselves in the moment.

Our clothes were discarded on the floor in a minute, his gentle touches sent shivers down my spine, and for a second, it felt like none of this was real.

The next morning, I woke up to find Enzo gone. My mind was a whirlwind of confusion and regret. Did that really happen? And what did it mean?

When I saw him later that day, he avoided my eyes. I pulled him aside, needing to know what he remembered.