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TESSA
“Am I heavy?” I asked.
“Light as a feather,” he answered, which was not the truth, but perhaps with biceps like his, picking me up was as easy as holding a helium balloon. He made it seem so effortless. I forgot to feel self-conscious.
The whole time I had swooned over Enzo, dad’s best friend, he was having dirty thoughts about me. How long had we secretly lusted after one another?
His comportment towards me never revealed the depth of his craving. I figured he was always nearby, watching over me, as a favor to my father.
Laying in his arms, as he carried me to the bedroom, I told myself that I should stop it. It would be cleaner to find Bobby and let him know the wedding was off. Then decide where Enzo and I were headed.
But my fiancé wasn’t around.
How was I to make a cl
