LETHAL

chapter 16

We needed to talk! This was bad. I know what I did and I thoroughly enjoyed whatever Enzo did to my body but still, it was wrong. Valenie was sleeping just next door. And what if she heard me? Heard us? This would be going downhill for sure then.

I felt like I was cheating on her even though technically I was not. Enzo had no relation whatsoever with Valenie but he was Ale's best friend! I wasn't supposed to go sleep around with his friends. It was wrong on so many levels. And not to forget I BARELY KNEW ENZO! He had the reputation of a playboy in town. He was never the type of guy to maintain relationships, unlike his friend Ale. Oh my God. Where did I get myself stuck? This needed to end, whatever was going on between us. And honestly, I didn't want to tell Val anything for now. She was happy at the moment and I don't want to strain my friendship with her for a guy who just wanted my body and not a relationship.

I waited for Enzo to return with bated breaths, waiting on my own bed like a guest.

I heard shuffling from the other side of the bathroom and stood up anxiously as the door swung open and Enzo stepped out in just his boxers, seems he tamed himself inside. Sheesh. What I was even thinking. His bandaged knuckles didn't seem bad now. Or the bruises on his face.

He raised his perfect right eyebrow when he realized the anxiousness in my struggles to let out words. What was happening to me? This is not how I was. Only his eyes sent all my courage out of the window.

"Do you wanna say something? Or should we get to bed?" He seemed ready to sleep and my anxiety increased tenfold.

"Enzo.... Umm.." I stuttered. God! This was embarrassing. Taking a deep breath, I gathered strength.

"This is not right!" Okay, this came out wrong.

Enzo frowned before looking at himself and then around the room. "What is not right Amelia?"

"You!"

"Me? How?" He seemed to have gotten a hint of what I was talking about and now enjoying my situation.

"What is happening between us is not right. This shouldn't be happening!" I spoke now agitated with his lack of understanding.

"Amelia." Enzo whispered stepping closer to where I stood near the bed. He towered over my height and I literally had to crane my neck to meet his eyes. The way his eyes held eye contact, I was lost in them. I was in a trance then and there.

"Did you not like what I did? What occurred in there?" He whispered closely, so close that I was afraid my heart would leap out of my chest or he could hear the loud thumping of my heart.

"It's not that Enzo." I shook my head slightly. Not wanting to disappoint him. What happened inside the bathroom, was mutually consensual.

I didn't want him to think otherwise.

"Then explain to me, Amelia." He murmured, our lips touching yet not touching. It was pure torture. I was unable to concentrate on his voice.

"This. Enzo. This." I whispered back, not backing away from the trance he dragged me into. "This can't be happening. The kisses, the touches, they.... They..." I didn't know how to continue. I also didn't know anymore what I wanted.

I knew I liked his touch, I liked what Enzo did to me but this was all? Right? Or was it there more that I wanted? On the other hand, all I wanted was to throw Enzo out of the room right that moment and never see him ever again.

"Shh." He shushed me. Grabbing my chin, he made me look him directly in his eyes. "It's okay Amelia. I know. I know. You're overthinking. You shouldn't let it get to your head. You're young and beautiful, you shouldn't let your thoughts decide things for you. Things that are necessary for survival. It's okay to let go of your thoughts and enjoy the little moments life gives you."

And he so easily put her anxiety to ease. So he knew. Enzo knew! I also knew what he was insinuating.

A tear leaked my eye and I didn't notice until his thumb moved on my cheek to wipe it away. "It's okay." He cupped my jaw and whispered before leaning down and capturing my lips with his.

My toes curled and I almost went falling on my back when Enzo's other free hand steadied me. His hand on my jaw slipped to my hair as he pushed my mouth more into his. Both of us not getting enough of each other.

Right, it felt right. A missing piece of the puzzle fitting perfectly.

The kiss, when it happened, was a promise of things to come.

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hesitation, unhurried, to provide the mindset so we could remember the moment.

The kiss was perfect. It could be defined as one for sure.

The perfect kiss was full of emotions, physical vivid sensations, lagged mental speed, mutual silence, mutual sensory enhancement, mutual slow breathing, closed eyes, sensory alertness, s****l drive, this vacuum between mouths, lots of saliva, tongues touching enlarging, and expanding, and lots, lots, lots of desire.

I kissed him like I wanted to be kissed like no boy had ever kissed me, soft and moist and hot and breathy, not trying to win a battle but seeking union and closeness and the sharing of one breath, one sensation, one timeless and passionate moment. The heat rose in my cheeks as my tongue touched the other his tongue, quick and electric and delicious, then firmer, more determined, more curious about the heat that laid within, seeking to chase down that elusive liquid lightning that reached through both of us.

God. This was more delicious than any dessert I ever had.

And I just realized I was starting to fall in love with this guy of six feet.

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