Tempetation Of Shadows |18+

CHAPTER 13: Night by the sea

As we left the exit, my feet started hurting and I wasn't able to walk on my heels (all thanks to the drinks). Enzo was still holding my hand.

"Your feet are hurting?" he asked.

"Yes, a little bit."

"Take off your heels."

He bent down and took my heels, carrying them in his fingers. He was holding my hand and in his other hand were my heels. He was being patient with me. And somehow, I was feeling good with him right now.

"Thank you," I murmured, feeling a mix of embarrassment and gratitude.

He just nodded, his expression softening a bit. "Let's get you to the car."

We walked slowly, my bare feet touching the cool pavement. The night air was refreshing, and the city lights blurred around me. Enzo guided me carefully, making sure I didn't stumble.

As we reached his car, he opened the passenger door and helped me in. I leaned back against the seat, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over me. He placed my heels on the floor of the car and then got into the driver's seat.

As he got into the driver's seat and started the car, I began to feel dizzy and decided to close my eyes. My head was hurting badly, and a sound of pain escaped my mouth.

"What happened?" Enzo asked.

"Headache."

"Is it bad?"

"Yes, my head is hurting badly."

He stopped the car and came closer to me. He pulled out a balm from the dashboard and started rubbing it against my forehead. I was staring at him, amazed by his gestures. The Enzo Moritti, coldest man ever, was doing things like this? Why? How? Questions were flooding through my brain.

"You want ice cream?" he asked suddenly.

"Huh?"

"Ice cream, Elena? Where are you so lost?"

"Nowhere, and ice cream, yes, I want some, but I don't think there will be any vendors at this hour."

"I know a place. Are you okay going there with me?"

"Yes," I said without giving it a second thought.

He drove us to a beach, and there was an ice cream vendor. He got out of the car and went to buy ice cream. I watched him, his back facing me, and then he came back with an ice cream. He handed me the ice cream.

"Pistachio? You know this is my favorite."

"I know, Elena. That's why I brought it."

"How do you know this?"

He smiled, pecked my cheek, and said, "Let it be confidential."

"Aren't you going to eat? Why didn't you get one for yourself?"

"I don't like ice cream," he said.

"But why? Ice creams are such a mood changer and the best thing in the world. You are missing out on the best thing in the world."

He stared at me and smiled. "I'll try someday."

"Why not today? Here, take a bite from my ice cream."

"Elena, you eat. I'll try some other day."

"No, eat now please. I insist," I said, making a puppy face.

"You're damn cute when you're tipsy," he laughed and took a bite from my ice cream.

"Isn't it good?" I asked with curiosity.