4. Autumn
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AUTUMN
E nzo is breathtaking. We sit nestled in the darkest booth at Cloak I reach up to scrape my fingers against it, a compulsion that feels both thrilling and reckless.
Enzo's hand reaches up to grasp mine, his touch igniting a fire within me. He closes his eyes in a moment of restrained passion, holding my fingers against his face as if they were a fragile treasure. "Autumn, you're a beautiful woman, and you make me feel things that I shouldn't. I want to touch you so badly. I want you," he breathes, his voice a husky whisper that sends shivers down my spine.
All of the fantasies I've had about this man come rushing to the forefront of my mind, overwhelming me with desire. I want him to strip me bare right here in the dark booth of Cloak it's the right answer. "I'll marry you, Enzo."
His lips brush against mine, soft and tentative, and in that fleeting moment, I swear I see heaven itself reflected in his gaze. "You've made me the happiest man alive," he murmurs, his voice a whisper laced with disbelief and joy, as if he can hardly fathom the reality of my acceptance.