Rebecca's POV
I sprinted across the floor and threw myself into his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck and burying my face into his uninjured shoulder. I began to sob uncontrollably, my chest heaving as the raw relief of feeling his heartbeat against my skin washed over me. He was alive. He was warm. He was right here.
He didn't ask a single question. He didn't push me away or demand to know why I was acting crazy after screaming that I hated him hours ago.
He just dropped his glass onto the nightstand and wrapped his massive arms around my waist, pulling me so close against his chest that I could barely breathe.
Seriously, this was the one thing about Enzo that I could never fight. No matter how viciously we argued, no matter how cold he acted during the day, the moment I actua
