Brianna’s POV
I should stay away. Pretend I am tired. Curl up in my room with a book. But last night taught me something dangerous, I don’t want to stay away.
My feet move of their own accord, carrying me through the halls, until I am standing outside the heavy oak door of his office. My pulse hammers as I push it open without knocking.
He’s there, behind the desk, sleeves rolled to his elbows, pen in hand. He looks up when I enter, eyes dark and sharp, and for a moment, I expect dismissal. Enzo doesn’t tolerate interruptions when he’s working. But he doesn’t say a word. He just watches me.
That’s all the permission I need.
I close the door behind me and cross the room with a smile I don’t bother to hide. My plan feels reckless, shameless, but the heat in my veins demands it. Last nig
