~Nicole~
“You look like a mess,” I muttered the moment we slammed Enzo’s car door shut.
He flinched slightly. “Just help me check… here.” He lifted his shirt a little, grimacing, and I froze mid-step.
“f***s… that’s bad. What happened?” I asked, my fingers brushing over the fabric.
“Long story,” he said, jaw tight, face scrunched as I pressed against it, trying to see.
“And what happened to you?” He tilted his head at Lulu, who sat quietly in the back, arms crossed, eyes sharp. Not a single flicker of interest in the drama at the front seat.
“Don’t ask,” she said flatly, folding her hands, almost smug.
I chuckled. “She had a little heartbreak meltdown earlier,” I teased.
“Oi, tell me more,” Enzo said, leaning slightly toward me, voice low and teasing.
I stole a glance in the rearv
