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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