{Naomi POV}
My eyes snapped open to an unfamiliar ceiling. The pounding in my head was sharp and unrelenting, forcing a small wince from my lips. I pushed myself up slowly, my hand instinctively going to my temple to soothe the throbbing ache as my gaze darted around, searching for where I was.
And then it hit me. The moment I recognized the heavy curtains, the faint scent of whiskey, and the expensive furniture, my stomach twisted, I was in Enzo’s room. Worse… I was on his bed.
My heart thudded so hard it almost hurt. I shifted quickly, desperate to get off the bed, but froze when I saw him.
He was sitting on the couch by the window, legs spread lazily apart, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. His eyes, cold and unreadable, were already fixed on me.
A chill ran down my spine as the
