Enzo and I left the VincElla Hotel together the next morning. We were heading home so I could get ready for the wedding. I barely slept. My mind wouldn’t shut up. Shopie kept looping in my head. Enzo had been on that call for a long time, and every second of it fed my imagination.
When he finally hung up, he told me to get some rest. I was disappointed, but not surprised. I didn’t expect him to pick up where our kiss left off. I just hated how close we’d been and how fast he’d walked away.
He lay down on the sofa and pointed to the bed. “You take it. It’s bigger.”
Enzo shook his head and settled on the sofa, fluffing the pillow. “I’m fine here.”
He was too big for that sofa. The room was his. I was the one crashing. No matter how much I insisted, he wouldn’t switch.
I lay aw
