Athilda's pov
"Wait a minute, baby. I'm going to throw him out of my house!" Enzo snapped, clearly pissed off. Maybe it was because we were interrupted. Honestly, I was left hanging too, but maybe it was better that we stopped.
"Hey, no. Just leave it. Maybe he needed something important from you," I said as I quickly fixed my clothes. Gosh, how embarrassing! His cousin walked in on that scene. I wanted to disappear. Or turn into a hotdog. Anything but this.
"Ugh, fine. What do I wear? Pick something for me, baby," he muttered.
I rolled my eyes and ignored him. He was still completely naked, like he did not care at all.
I went to his closet, grabbed the first thing I could find, and tossed it at him, still avoiding eye contact because, well, he was still very much naked.
"Baby, look at me," he called out again, like I owed him attention.
"Nope, not happening," I replied. "And stop calling me baby. I'll start calling you that just to annoy you."
