Enzo’s POV
“Please, don’t be mad…” Connie said, approaching me with sorrow in her eyes.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing right now.
How the hell was she here?
“Why are you here, Connie?” I asked in a growl, trying not to let my anger consume me.
“Because, Enzo, you are my best friend and I hate how we left things. I wish things weren’t so messy between us. It’s all because we let our feelings get in the way of our friendship and had s*x. I wish I could take that night back…”
Let our feelings get in the way? What the hell was she talking about?
That night was still a blur to me.
“I don’t even remember what happened that night,” I told her, narrowing my eyes at her.
“Because you were drunk. I didn’t realize how drunk you were until the next morning. I was a little drunk
