There’s no doubt Enzo is worth loving, and though it terrifies me, I’m no longer willing to run away from it. He stops before the front door, turning to me fully, his eyes glinting in the sunlight. “What?” I snap, though it’s missing heat. A grin slides onto his face, and the hands banging within my chest freeze. My heart and I are paralyzed by that simple action, which is honestly annoying. “You know I forgive you, right?” he asks. I sniff. “I don’t think you’ve ever said the words, but yes.”
