Page 49 of Run to Me
Miss me?
Angel
It’s been four hours.
Too long. Do you miss me?
Angel
Always.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Robyn
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Fuck no.”
“Enzo, you’re really starting to annoy me. It’s Friday, I know you know what that means, you followed me around for long enough to know that Friday nights are girls’ nights. I’ve missed the last few weeks and Lia wants to go out dancing, so I’m going out dancing,” I say with a huff.
We’ve been going back and forth on the matter for the last hour, and he can’t quite seem to understand that I’m going out with my friend for a few hours whether he likes it or not.
I’ve dealt with a lot of stuff lately, I’ve been attacked and harassed, I’ve found out that my brother’s in debt with God knows who and that they want me as payment. I’ve had a stalker, which then turned into melivingwith my stalker, which has now turned into me dating my stalker.
How the hell I’m going to explain to Lia what’s been going on, I really don’t know.
“What if something happens? Wouldn’t you rather bring Lia here and you can have a girls’ night in? I’ll stay in our room andgive you both some space, I promise.” He gives me a wide-eyed innocent look and I swear he’s moments away from pouting.
He must sense that I’m on the verge of losing it because he picks me up from where I’m sitting on the sofa and sits down with me on his lap, pressing kisses against the column of my neck.
“I’m just worried about you,uccellina,” he murmurs before tilting my head and pressing a kiss to my lips.
It’s been nearly a week since the first time we slept together, and each time seems to get better and better. Enzo’s the most affectionate man I’ve ever met, I swear the man can’t keep his hands off me for more than two minutes when we’re in the same room. He’s always got to be touching me somehow, whether that’s sitting me on his lap, kissing me, or just resting his hand on some part of my body.
His bedroom has also now been declaredour bedroom.Since I was sleeping there, he decided to move all my things from the spare bedroom into his while I was at work last week.
If I’m being perfectly honest, I’d much rather stay home tonight inside of our little bubble we have here at the apartment than go out and have to be around other people, but I’m pretty sure my best friend will somehow figure out where I’m staying, break in and drag me out by my hair if I cancel on her one more time.
“What if you come?” I ask.
“Really?” He seems shocked that I’d invite him, though I’m not sure why.
“Uh huh,” I say and rest my head against his shoulder, letting out a sigh as he starts playing with my hair.
“Are you sure? I’d understand if you didn’t want me to meet your friend,” he says casually, but the comment throws me off. Does he really think I wouldn’t want him to meet her?
“Is that what you’re worried about? You don’t think I want you to meet her? We both know that if I went and didn’t invite you, you’d be there anyways following me around.” I smirk and he rolls his eyes.
“You knew who I was as soon as you recognized my name, chances are your friend will too. I didn’t think you’d want her to know.”
My heart aches in my chest at his admission and I shift so I can straddle him and look him in the eye, wanting him to see the truth in my eyes.
“You’re not my dirty little secret, Enzo. I’d have told her about you whether you came tonight or not. She’ll be getting a watered-down version of events that led us to this point because I don’t want her worrying about me, but she’ll know about you. She’ll love you, please come?”
He’s looking down at me with a look of awe on his face and something else that I’m not quite brave enough to name. “Yeah angel, I’ll come,” he whispers, and slams his mouth down on mine.