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Enzo

“We went through four condoms. You’re insatiable.”

Annie peeks her head out of the bathroom. “I am? I believe it was me mumbling incoherently when you rolled over me at three a.m.”

Lazy, middle-of-the-night sex with Annie was amazing. I felt bad waking her up, but I couldn’t resist having her when she was all I could feel, smell, and see.

“You didn’t have to join me in the shower this morning.” I put on my shoe, my phone alerting me to a text. I open my phone. “The plane will be ready in three hours.”

She peeks out again. “Three hours?”

“We have two more condoms.” I raise an eyebrow.

She emerges from the bathroom, clasping her earrings and wearing the clothes she did yesterday. “I’m surprised you bought the economy-size box. Most men would have bought the three-pack.” She sits on the bed across from me, putting on her heels.

“If I’d only bought three, you wouldn’t have had any shower sex this morning.” I grin.

She blows out a breath and shakes her head, but she’s smiling, which puts that warm feeling front and center in my chest.

My phone dings again and I look at it.

Dom: Who’s the guy?

Carm: ??

Dom: For Blanca. Enzo?

“Fuck,” I mumble.

“What’s wrong?” She stands.

I ignore my brother’s text, wrapping my arms around her middle and dragging her down on the bed. She squeals, and I kiss her neck.

I’m screwed. I realized it last night when Annie threw all the obvious issues on the table and I was okay with them. That’s me though—I take what I want, and I want Annie. If I had to guess, she feels differently though. Whereas I feel free, with all that tension gone, it seems as though she’s holding back. And I don’t like it.

I sit up. “Talk to me. What’s up?”

She meets my gaze, and I guess men’s intuition isn’t too shabby because I nailed it. She’s apprehensive. “Nothing.”

She stands, but I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her down to my lap. “I can’t fix it unless you tell me.” I nuzzle her neck.

“You don’t have to fix anything. I’m good.” She tries to get up, but I don’t release my arms. “Enzo…”

“Say please,” I say.

“You and your games. Pl—”

I cover her mouth, muffling the rest of the word. “On second thought, you can do that at my apartment tonight. If you say it now, I guarantee our clothes are coming off.”

She swings her arm around my neck. “Who said I’m going to your apartment today?”

“Because you don’t wanna be away from me.” I smile.

She doesn’t. She gives me the same look I got after we had sex. She doesn’t believe anything I’m saying.

I tuck a loose strand of her dark hair behind her ear. “What’s going on?”