Page 138 of Enzo

Shaking my head, I roll my eyes at him. He sits all the way up. I go to help him, and he stops and gives me a look.

I hold my hands up in surrender. “Okay,” I say teasingly.

He rights himself on the bed, spreading his legs open. He pats the space between his legs.

“Come here.”

“Zo, you’re injured. You need to heal.”

He grabs my arms and tugs me onto the bed. “I’m a wolf. I’m already healed.”

I allow him to tug me into his lap, my back pressed to his chest. He wraps his arms around my middle and pulls me intohim. For some reason, I feel completely content being here in his arms. As soon as I realize that, guilt hits me.

“I appreciate what you did, but never risk your life trying to save me again.”

He pushes at my back. I lift and turn slightly to look at him. His narrowed gaze runs over my face.

“That’s not going to happen.”

“Enzo, I mean it.”

“And so do I, Michaela. I know how we started wasn’t ideal. And I wasn’t always the best person to you, but I mean it when I say we are in this thing together. There will never be a time when I won’t risk my life for you. I know it might be too early, but I think I’m falling for you.”

Before he could finish his sentence, I push away from him and climb out of the bed. For a split second, I allowed that feeling of happiness and longing to take over me. For just a moment, I thought I could finally get my happily ever after. But I reminded myself it isn’t possible for me.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t have time for games, Enzo. I’m too tired.”

“What are you talking about?”

I pace the floor. I didn’t like this feeling. This needing to be near him or concerned about him is not who I am.

Turning to face him, I shake out my hands. “What do you want from me?”

He looks highly confused. “Right now, I just want to hold you.”

I shake my head. “No. I’m being serious. First, Chayton being nice and now you’re trying to tell me you’re falling for me. What do you want? Everybody wants something from me. So just tell me. Do you want me to train more scouts? Do you want me to stick around for you to fight off this enemy? Just tell me what you want?”

He watches me so closely for so long I feel as if I’m standing before him buck naked. Slowly, he brings his legs to the side of bed and stands.

“You want to know what I want?” he asks.

Finally, we were getting to the bottom of this.

“Yes.”

He walks over to me, placing his hand on my chest over my heart. “This. This is what I want, Michaela. Your heart.”

I step away, clutching my head. “Stop, please,” I beg.

“No, I won’t.” He removes my hands from my head and tilts my face up to see him. “I know many people have let you down. That shit is so obvious to me. People have mismanaged you, Baby Girl. But I’m here now. And I’m going to change all of that.”

I want to believe him. That young girl that still believed in love wants to trust what he says is true. However, my mind is telling me to be smart. It knows I’ve heard all these words before.

Shaking my head, I turn away from him. “You’ll change your mind. You’ll realize that I am not worth it.”

“Look at me,” he demands. I turn to face him. “I’m not him.”

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