“What are you doing here?” she almost screamed, scrambling to pick up her clothes littered on the grass.
Enrique raised a brow. “Don’t get dressed on my account.”
“Why are you out here, Enrique?” she asked, ignoring his clever comment. “Are you following me?”
“You know I am,” he said, not even pretending to deny it. “I thought we could hang. Away from prying eyes. We could talk about your earlier stunt with Elias. What was that about anyway?”
She looked away. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“I’d push, but I saw how much you were struggling. Hell, I almost interrupted when he put his hands on you.”
“Why didn’t you?”
He chuckled. “I wanted to see how far you were willing to go.”
She rolled her eyes. “I could have crossed a line.”
“Liar,” he said under his breath.
She scoffed softl
