I could feel Enzo’s gaze on my back as I chopped some tomatoes. He’d been asking me the same question over and over again since we came back from the orphanage.
“Babygirl, are you sure I’m not dreaming?” he asked for the hundredth time.
I rolled my eyes and let out a tired sigh. “Just go and rest in the living room and stop bothering me,” I hissed.”
“I just want to be sure this is not a dream.” He pulled his shirt up and stretched out his arm. “Pinch me.”
I narrowed my eyes and placed my hands on my waist. Then a wicked idea suddenly crossed my mind as I stared at his naked arm. I let out an evil laugh.”
“Sure,” I said.
I grabbed the hot spatula, soaked it in a bowl of water until it was cool enough not to hurt someone’s skin–just hot enough to wake up a sleeping man.
“Close your eyes, gentleman.”}]
“I’m not a gentleman, babygirl,” he said in a flirtatious tone.
I groaned in frustration. “Just close your eyes!” I snapped.}}
He laughed but closed his eyes anyway. I grabbed the spatula and placed it on his arm.
“Fuck!” he hissed as he jumped up. I couldn’t help but laugh at how funny his expression was–his eyes slightly red and the veins on his temples standing at attention.
“Baby, that wasn’t nice. You’re being bad,” he pouted, holding his arm
as
if he were badly hurt.
I shook my head. “You’re just being dramatic. It’s not that hot,” I said, placing the spatula on my arm, but he quickly snatched it from me.”
“Don’t burn yourself to prove a point,” he scolded me.”
My eyes landed on his arm. His skin wasn’t burned, but it was red–it would likely leave a bruise–like mark later. I suddenly began to feel bad.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized.
“Don’t be. This is nothing compared to how much I’ve bled,” he said.
He held my hands, looked deeply into my eyes, and the world was suddenly still and silent.
We stared at each other briefly, then he slowly leaned closer until I felt his lips on my forehead. I closed my eyes, and my grip on his hands tightened as sparks shot through my spine the moment his lips touched my skin–a feeling I’d never had before. My heart was beating fast–too fast.
He let go of my hands and wrapped his arms around my waist instead, closing the small gap between us as our bodies pressed against each other.”
His lips moved from my forehead to my temple, then to my jawline, and finally to my lips. His lips moved against mine gently, and just when I was about to give in… my phone rang, pulling me back to reality.§
“You…” I pushed him away gently. “I’m sorry.” I quickly tore my gaze away from him, feeling too shy to look him in the face.§
He cleared his throat. “No, I’m sorry. I was too forward,” he said.“]
Too forward? No, I want your lips on mine–I almost screamed out loud.
We stayed in a brief awkward silence, but my phone didn’t let it last.
“You should take that,” he pointed at my phone that was still ringing.
“Yeah.”
I retrieved it from the counter and saw Kayla’s name flashing on the screen.
“What?!” I snapped with a deep frown, offended that she called at the wrong time.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! It seems like someone’s having a premenopause,” she fired back.
I moved away from Enzo. “Why are you calling me at this time?!“}]
“Listen, young lady. Firstly, you don’t tell me when to call you. I’ll call anytime I like… You’re not allowed to complain.”
“Kayla…”
*Secondly, why do you sound as if you’re about to bang someone and I interrupted?”
I scoffed mentally. Of course, that’s the case, I grumbled under my breath. Enzo and I would be tearing each other’s clothes by now if she hadn’t decided to ruin the moment!
“Did you say something?” she asked.
“I swear to God, Kayla, if you don’t say why you called, I’ll end the call and block your line!” I gritted out.!!
“Fine, fine.” I could imagine her rolling her eyes at my empty threat. “I want to confirm what time we’ll be meeting up tomorrow.”
My mouth fell open. I felt like crying. “That’s why you called?”
She disrupted my beautiful moment because of something as trivial as this?!!
“Kayla?”
Yeah?”
10:07 AM
.
“Yeah?”
“I’ll make sure you kiss my fist tomorrow!” I growled.”
“Huh?”
*10 a.m.,” I said and angrily hung up.
I frustratingly tossed my phone on the counter. Damn you, Kayla!}
“Is everything alright?” Enzo asked.
I turned around with a smile. “Yeah. I… Can you drop me off somewhere tomorrow morning?“>
He raised his brows skeptically.
“I’m meeting up with my friend, for real,” I assured him.
He thought about it for a brief moment, then agreed.
“Thank you.”
“My pleasure.”
I can’t explain why, but I couldn’t help but blush.
“I’ll set the table real quick,” I said, trying to get rid of the redness on my face.}
He offered to help, and I didn’t stop him.
