When I got home that night, I was restless. I paced so much that I felt dizzy.
The blog post kept replaying in my mind, the headline, the picture of us, Enzo’s hand on my waist, the stunned look on my face right before he dragged me into his car.
Every time I blinked, I saw it again.
I stopped by the window, hands on my hips, heart racing. I tried to breathe, tried to think rationally, tried to convince myself it wasn’t him.
But my brain wasn’t cooperating.
Finally, I grabbed my phone.
If i didn’t yell at him, I might choke on all the words I wanted to say to him.
He picked up on the second ring.
Before he could speak, I exploded.
“You… you devil!”
He was silent at first. Then he sighed. “Wow. Elena. Easy. What did I do this time?”
I was so pissed, I almost bit my tongue trying
