"Shouldn't I change first?"
The way that Enzo was staring at me, I could tell that he knew what I was doing. The fact that he hasn't responded yet tells me that he's thinking about it. That excites me for some reason.
It's not like Enzo is jumping for joy over me throwing myself at him. However, he is struggling to contain himself. I can see it in his body language. The way that he balled his free hand into a fist, clenching and unclenching. His jaw is tight, making a muscle tick there. Those green eyes are hard and dark with lust. It's hot seeing him nearly losing it over me.
I want to know what it's like when he really does lose it.
"Are you going to help me get changed, Enzo?" I asked in what I hoped was a se.xy voice.
Enzo stiffened, his hand let mine go to fall by his side.
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