Enzo's POV
I cover my face in her neck, taking a whiff of her scent.
"What are you doing here?" she inquires.
"To see you, why else? You haven't been noting my calls, I tell her, putting her in a good place again. I gazed down at her; she had shed pounds, which ought to be unthinkable with how thin she previously was. Her jeans moved at her hips to hold them up and looked multiple times greater than her. Her white shirt, I could tell, was one of Brian's. Her jeans were likewise excessively lengthy as she had those rolled too at her lower legs. She looks down the carport anxiously, and I look behind me.
"Anticipating somebody?" I inquire.
"Brian hasn't been by for two or three days. He said he was away, however" she stops.
"What?"
"Nothing, however some of the time this vehicle comes
