ENZO DE-LUCA.
Resting against her door, I ran my fingers through my hair and I couldn’t help the frustrated groan that came out of my mouth.
Why didn’t I do as she says? She wanted me just as much as I wanted her but why did I do nothing?
I’ve waited more than five years just for this moment, for when she’d be vulnerable in my arms because the last time we met, I was the vulnerable one and I couldn’t bring myself to f**k her because I was worried she would think I’m a jerk.
I wanted her to think of me as a different kind of man, I want to clear every misconception she might have about me even if most of them are true.
I can’t believe I want to change for this woman.
“Enzo De-Luca, what is going on with you?” I asked myself as I made my way down the hallway and to my room absentminded
