Maggie, a 22 year old is almost done with college, and with summer approaching she can't wait to spend it with her friends.
That is until a Mystery Man decided to just help her get something off the top shelf at the grocery store and soon everythin...
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Finally arriving home, after getting checked up by Enzo's doctor, I was completely exhausted. Heels in hand I managed to go up the stairs, find our room and crash in bed. I was looking up at the ceiling of the room when I heard Enzo come in and close the door behind him.
"Amore, are you okay?" he asked softly, and I managed to move my head to the side to look up at him and I just shrugged. He sighed, he looked exhausted himself, he plopped himself on the bed next to me, we were face to face.
"I love you, I felt so helpless when I heard all the commotion." he said, brushing his fingers softly on my face, tracing my jawline, his fingers slowly brushed my lips, and I instantly felt like kissing the life out of him. His eyes following where is fingers were going, his fingers slowly moving to my throat, his soft touch sending shivers through my whole body, I gasped at the softness of his touch, enjoying his every touch.
My gasp seemed to take him out his trance, he looked me in the eyes, and when I thought he was going to kiss me, he cleared his throat, and looked back up at the ceiling quickly, then back at me, smiling.
"We should clean that pretty head of yours." he said smiling, and I smiled back, nodding, as he helped me get up, my hand in his, he took me to our bathroom, and gently picked me up to sit me on the counter, we were almost at eye level, him being so tall.
He started to walk around the bathroom, to find the first aid kit and he gently cleaned me up with the alcohol wipe, I hissed but that earned me a slow kiss on my cheek.
It was over way too soon for my liking, and as he was going to place the kit where he had found it, I grabbed his hand and instantly he stopped in his tracks and turned to look at me. My eyes pleading him for something, but I myself didn't even know what.
His eyes bore into mine, as if wondering what I really wanted. If I was to answer, it would be quite simple, I wanted him.
I pulled him closer to me, looking up at him once he was close enough that I could feel his breath on my face. His eyes seemed to darken once I took his other hand and placed both his hands on my waist.
I slowly placed my hand on his clothed chest, my hand slowly making their way up to his neck. He closed his eyes, once I was touching his neck, his head falling back slowly, the view being nothing more than the hottest thing I had ever seen.
Once my fingers found the back of his head, I softly played with his hair, and he hadn't opened his eyes back. It seemed that he was trying to memorise my every touch. Not knowing where my boldness had come from I enjoyed it, and maybe the fact that he had his eyes closed was helping me do whatever it is I was doing. My shyness long gone.
I brought him closer to me, until my lips were on his neck, kissing him softly. I heard him hold his breath and felt his grip tighten on my waist. Not enough to hurt, but enough to ignite something in me.
