Enzo said I need to have s*x in order to heal. I need a man to pleasure me. That’s the only way to truly get over my fears.
I’m sure he’s right, but I can barely tolerate clothes, I can’t sleep in a bed, I hate the sunlight. I’m not ready for s*x. I don’t think I’ll ever be.
I stand frozen in my spot after Enzo leaves me at the closed door to his office. I can’t believe I thought the man in the room was Enzo. I can’t believe I cared, but I do. I’m not even sure I’m jealous because I want Enzo to be the one f*****g me. I’m clearly not ready for s*x. I just don’t want him f*****g anyone.
If I’m his possession, then I want him to be mine. But it doesn’t work that way. Only one of us gets to be the object, the other a person with a life.
“Katherine,” Langston says cautiously from behin
