Enzo's Pov
It has been almost four peaceful, chaotic, wonderful weeks since the fan meeting incident. I am floating on my back in our new pool, the cool water a relief against my skin, watching Eden. She is lounging on a plush outdoor chair, flipping lazily through a high-fashion magazine.
A slow, unbidden smile curls on my lips as I watch her. The sun gleams on her smooth, long legs, which are crossed elegantly. My mind drifts back to just a few hours ago, when we had made love with a slow, sweet intensity, right after she had to suddenly run to the bathroom to throw up mid-embrace. It was unusual, but I chalked it up to all the stress from our recent move. She had been desperate for us to leave the old penthouse behind after everything with her family, and we signed the papers on this new house about two weeks ago.
