{Naomi POV}
I sat on the bed, staring at the intricate gold walls with black lines running through them. Then I looked up, checking if there were cameras, but there were none. The room had the smell of lavender and something else I couldn’t quite place.
I still couldn’t believe Enzo wanted me to stay in his room, as if the camera he installed in mine wasn’t already enough to breach my privacy. My mind drifted to the way he had stared at me in his study and how he had been showing concern and care toward me for the past few days.
My heart thudded in my chest, and I placed a hand over it. “I can’t be thinking this the wrong way,” I whispered to myself. “He’s just acting that way to me. There’s nothing more.”
I let out a small breath, feeling the urge to sleep, but I could only lie on my
