Even though it’s dark in the room, I can make out Enzo’s eyes, and they’re locked on me as he says, “I’m about to sleep beside you. I’ve never done that before.” He leans down and gives me a gentle kiss. “That’s how much I trust you.”
“So, neither of us has shared a bed with someone before,” I whisper. “I like that I’m your first.”
“Good. Now try to get some sleep. We have a lot to do tomorrow.”
I nod and close my eyes while snuggling into his chest. I wrap my arm around him, like I always do with my pillow, and let out a deep breath.
I don’t know how much time passes before I feel Enzo’s body relaxing and his breaths evening out.
My eyes open, and I stare at the outline of his chest and abs.
Worry trickles back into my heart because one thing that hasn’t changed is that I’m not sure whether I can ever have sex with Enzo. What if I try, and it takes me back to that night? Fear slithers down my spine at the mere thought.
Rather than going down the dark, rabbit hole of my traumatic past, I think about the kisses we shared today. Ienjoyed those a lot. I love it when he holds me, and he makes me feel safe.
Suddenly, Enzo turns and throws his leg over both of mine. He lies partially on top of me, practically squashing me beneath his much bigger body.
I let out a squeak. One of my arms is pinned between us, and my other is clinging to his side.
He snuggles his face into the crook of my head and lets out a satisfied-sounding sigh.
It takes a moment for me to realize there’s no fear, but instead, I become highly aware of every inch of Enzo’s powerful body touching mine.
For the first time ever, I begin to think of a man’s body as attractive and not something that disgusts meOnly with Enzo, though. All other men still make me nauseated and fill me with extreme anxiety.
Enzo’s arm curls around me, and hugging me tightly to him, he mumbles sleepily near my ear, “Minha.”
I begin to feel emotional, and as my chin quivers, I realize a man is lying on top of me, and I’m not freaking out.
That’s huge.
Chapter 23
ENZO
After driving straight through to the lakehouse to drop off all Jenna’s clothes, we head to the dump she used to live in.
We ended up spending a week in Minneapolis. I couldn’t get enough of seeing Jenna’s face light up with excitement every time she experienced something new.
I also had to buy clothes for myself because I didn’t pack enough, and I let Jenna talk me into getting a pink shirt. She says it’s salmon, but I beg to differ.
For Jenna, I’ll wear the damn shirt.
After getting to spend seven nights sleeping in the same bed and holding her, it’s only solidified my feelings. In a short amount of time, she’s become the air I breathe. I’ve taken every opportunity to kiss her, and I’ve had to jerk off every night in the shower.
I’m happy. More than I’ve ever been in my life.
As I stop in front of the dilapidated house, I’m on high alert, and when Jenna climbs out of the passenger seat, I say, “Let’s make this quick. I don’t want to spend too much time here.”
“Okay.” She jogs to the front door, and I watch as she struggles to get the key to turn in the lock. “Shoot. Mrs. Lettner has already changed the locks. Let’s go to the back.”
I follow her around the side of the house, and when we get to the backyard, Jenna goes down on her knees and begins to dig.
“What are you doing,meu amor?”
“Cassia gave me money when we met.” She glances up at me before continuing. “I hid some of it here.”
I watch as she pulls a bag out of the ground, and when she dusts the sand off of it, I notice it can’t contain more than a couple of thousand.
