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“I’d like that.”
Yeah, I’m in love—no doubt about it.
Chapter 16
Constantine
It’sNewYear’sEve,and I haven’t seen Enzo in two days. It’s killing me. I want to spend every single waking moment with him. Heck, every sleeping moment with him, too. Unfortunately, he’s had to train for his fight, which is tonight.
Thank God I don’t have to work all night. I did last year, and we stayed open late so people could buy their booze to celebrate. It’s just after four in the afternoon as I walk home. Snow is expected tonight, and some flurries are already starting to fall. I shove my hands into my coat and hunch my shoulders against the cold.
I’m shivering by the time I get home. My house isn’t much warmer with the radiators wheezing out heat. I remove my coat and hang it up in the front closet, then I head to the kitchen to find myself something to eat. I pull a container from the freezer that holds some beef and vegetable soup. I’ve been learning how to cook and eat healthily. Growing up, all I was fed was crap, and I really struggled with nutrition. I was sick all the time. So, for the past nine years, I’ve been making up for it.
I remove the lid and pop the container into the microwave. As soon as I press start, someone knocks on my door.
I instantly freeze.
No one ever comes here. I never get visitors. Maybe it’s a salesman or some activist. I’ll just send them on their way.
Having people near my house and on my property makes me itch. I know the house is ugly and falling apart. It’s embarrassing, but there’s no fixing it up.
When I answer the door, I find the most gorgeous man alive standing on my porch with a fresh haircut. It’s faded in the back and sides, but his bangs are still tousled. He’s wearing a black leather jacket with a burgundy scarf tucked around his neck. His smirk is a regular accessory that he wears.
“Enzo,” I breathe.
He smiles brightly, showing off his white teeth. They’re slightly crooked, but I like them like that.
Before he can respond, I lunge at him. He lifts me, and I cling to him like a starfish, my head resting on his shoulder. He chuckles, his laugh vibrating through my body, bringing me absolute pure happiness.
“Hey, Little Bird.”
He walks inside, still carrying me, and closes the door with his foot behind him before setting me down.
“What are you doing here?” I ask. “How did you find me?”
He winks at me while he tugs off his scarf. “You’re not the only one with stalker skills.”
I glance around my gross house, and grimace. “Sorry, this house is… it used to be my parents’ house, and I hate it so…” I let the reason hang in the air.
“It’s fine.” Enzo pulls me by my waist and presses our bodies against each other.
“I thought you had a fight.”
“I do tonight, and I want you to be there.”
“Y-you do?”
“Yep. You can check out how sexy I am when I cream Cruz’s face.” His dark eyes twinkle with mischief, pulling a laugh from me.
“I’d love to go, but this Cruz better not hurt you.”
He holds me tighter and kisses the top of my head. “And what will you do about it if he does?”
“I have my ways.”
“Well, it’s the name of the game, baby. I could get hurt, but I’m used to it. Don’t you worry.”
The beeping of my microwave pulls our attention to the kitchen. “I just made some dinner.”
