There was nothing fake about it—I just wanted to be with him. “Enzo,” I whispered as he moved inside me. “Say something real.” “What?” He slowed his rhythm but didn’t stop. “Say something real,” I begged. At first he didn’t say anything, he just looked down at me, and I was terrified. But then. “I never stop thinking about you,” he said, his voice low and serious. “Keep going,” I whispered, the walls around my heart beginning to crumble. “No one has ever made me feel the way you do. Sometimes I can’t even breathe.” “Yes,” I said, pulling him deeper, matching his rhythm. I knew exactly what he
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