Page 66 of Daring Enzo

My fingers itch to touch the photo that now lies beside me to bridge the gap between us. But I resist, I can only resist for so long. I know if I touch the photo, I will touch myself as well. The room is dim, the scent of vanilla candles lingering. I sit up cross-legged on the bed, the photos spread before me. Enzo's face stared up, unyielding. My fingers trace the contours: the sharp jawline and the unruly curls. Desire pools low in my belly, a hunger defies reason.

So, in the quiet of my solitude, I surrender. The photo becomes my secret lover, my forbidden pleasure. I closed my eyes, imagining his touch… his lips. The rhythm of my heartbeat matches the rhythm of my longing, as my fingers reached down and gently thumb my clit before slipping two fingers in, fucking myself slowly.

What am I doing?

I try to stop myself, but I’m far gone. My fingers move faster, overriding any semblance of reason. His face, the curve of his smile, the depth in his eyes, his arms, his cock — everything yearned for in this moment of vulnerability. My heart races as I give in to the haunting allure, using his photo to satiate a longing that refuses to be ignored.

“Enzo, Enzo, Enzo, fuck me.” My whispered moans get more frenzied, as I lay myself face down on his photo now and fuck myself with my fingers from behind. I wish it was Enzo’s cock ramming in my pussy.

Slowly, an orgasm builds. I cum falling over the photos and lie there spent. All I can think of is how I have to be in his arms again. He is healing and working on himself, and he also needs to know Camillo.

I need to figure this out.

Every fiber of my being yearns for the comfort of Enzo's embrace. Camillo deserves to know his father and experience the love and guidance only Enzo can provide. It's not just about me anymore; it's about us, our family. But there's turmoil within me, a conflict between the longing and the necessity to understand, to grow. Reconnecting with Enzo demands clarity and resolution, not just for us but also for the sake of our past.

I need to unravel the complexities, to sort through my emotions and thoughts. The idea of returning to his arms feels inevitable; but for now, I must tread this path cautiously, I resolve, knowing the echoes of Enzo's presence in my heart won't fade easily.

Finding our way back to each other will require more than just longing; it demands understanding, growth, and healing. Perhaps, in time, we'll bridge this gap and forge a future where the echoes of our past fade into something beautiful.

Maybe.. just maybe..

26

Enzo

It’s been three years since I last saw Kelly. So many things have changed in time, and it’d be the same for her. My sweaty palm tightens around the wheel as I drive to her house. I've never been this nervous before. The idea that I might have lost her for good is making me stop and think.

No… not where we left off.

We had left things in a place of hurt and toxicity. The last thing I want is to return to the same place again. I’ve known where she lives for a while now, but that was all I allowed myself to know about her. After all the times I watched her every move in the past and controlled her life, I refuse to spiral back to the man I was before.

I arrive at the cute house with a white picket fence, the perfect home for a family. I smile sadly. This could have been the home we would live in if our baby hadn’t died. Would it have been a girl or a boy?

I can't remember the last time thoughts of what I've lost bothered me this much. However, this is the first time Kelly and I will be in the same place after so long.

I pause, reconsidering my decision to come here. Will seeing me cause her as much pain as I’m feeling? The last thing I want is to remind her of what she has lost. Especially if it was stress over how I had treated her that caused her to lose our baby. I start the car up. Maybe this is a bad idea after all. She deserves peace of mind, and I deserve to continue on this healing path.

Are we even good for each other? Perhaps it’s better if we simply leave things as they have been all this time and move on with our lives.

I sigh. I can’t run away from this. I have reached this point after three years only because I knew things would be better. The kids at the community center are doing much better now. They have been going to therapy to get the help they need; and after some soul-searching, I’m strong enough to meet Kelly and have a conversation… and hopefully more.

For the longest time, I have been deliberating whether to meet her or simply stay away. The last thing I want is to ruin all the progress I have made; however, I love her and want to see her. I can’t imagine my life without her now that I’m well.

Making our relationship work was part of the reason I remained motivated when I felt like giving up. I felt guilty for hurting her and ruining a good thing. I wanted to be a better man for myself and those around me. I wanted to let go of the past and take care of the future.

I let out a deep breath. It was time. Alright, Enzo. You can do this. My heart beats fast in my chest. My eyes close as I imagine seeing her face again. I can’t imagine how she’ll react when she sees me.

My brain is conflicted as I picture her face. Will she be happy to see me or will hate burn in those beautiful blue eyes until I retreat?

I shudder at the thought and quickly unlock the car, stepping out before I can convince myself it’s better to leave. I go to the front door and lift a hand to knock when a sound stops me. I pause to listen and hear the sound again: a light scrape of metal. I look at the door for a moment before turning away, and going out back. It’ll be just my luck if she turns out to be out back.

My hands grow clammy, and I shake them out, rubbing the nervous feeling away. From my failed imagination, it’s obvious I can’t imagine a world where she’s happy to see me. I can only hope for a reaction better than hatred.

What if she has moved on?

I groan, annoyed with the direction of my thoughts. So many what-ifs have clouded my thoughts from the moment I came here to visit her. I refuse to let it ruin whatever chance I have. The path opens up to a garden of flowers and herbs, the scent of them filling my nostrils. I smile at the sight, my eyes widening in surprise. I never would’ve imagined Kelly as the type to enjoy gardening. It doesn’t fit in the perception I have of her.

She’s really changed.

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