Enzo's POV
I rise onto my toes and press a kiss to his lips gentle, trembling, real. "I'll take your word for it," I whisper. "But if you lie to me again… I won't ever forgive you."
His arms tighten.
"I promise you." He muttered slowly.
He held my hand with a quiet possessiveness, his fingers strong but tender as he led me through the front door of his apartment. I barely had a second to take in the warm light of the living room, the faint scent of leather and something uniquely him, before the world shifted.
It happened so fast, in one breath, I was beside him our steps echoing in sync across the wooden floor and in the next, my back hit a hard surface with a thud. The air rushed from my lungs as I realized I was pinned against the door of his bedroom. My heart slammed against my ribs.
"What the hell?!" I gasped, my hand flying up to my chest. "Why would you do that without warning me?!"
