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“Won't it take you over an hour to make?”
I pull away from the curb and onto the road. “Nope. I made it last night and snuck it in your fridge while you were sleeping.”
“Do I even want to know how you got in there without a key?”
I grin his way, hitting the silver key attached to the key fob. “Who said I didn't have one?”
“People have gotten restraining orders for a lot less.” A mocking smile plays on his lips.
I laugh, heading toward his apartment. He stays there most days, occasionally crashing at Zacharias’s when he wants to bum a ride from me. I think he also feels safer at his father’s house. He won't ever admit to it though. He's too full of pride, assuming he needs to be tough all the time. He forgets, us vicious killers and criminals have our moments of humanity too.
Arriving at the complex, neither of us takes long getting out. Enrico stays ahead of me and I follow him inside the apartment. While he showers, I heat up the food on the stove. Bottles of medication line the kitchen counter. I've been coming by and counting the pills inside. I had to be reassured he was doing what he promised this time. While he was recovering a few weeks ago at his father's house, I took his key and made a copy. If he lies to me again, I'll know.
Grabbing a large spoon from the closest drawer, I stir the soup and pull down two bowls.
“Something smells delicious,” Enrico says from behind me.
“You're right on time. How was your shower?”
“Good.” A chair scrapes against the floor and I carry the food to the table. Enrico is wearing nothing but a thin, white cotton robe. It opens up at the top, showing off the little bit of hair on his chest.
He reaches for his bowl and I hand him a spoon before sitting across from him. We eat in silence, and he occasionally leans over the table, causing his robe to open a little and exposing his small pink nipples. Warmth stirs in my stomach and I don't know what's happening to my cock. I've seen him shirtless before and have never had a reaction like this.
Ever since he kissed me, something has shifted between us, and I catch myself watching him more, studying the way his lips wrap around his spoon. He moans as he takes another bite of his food, and my cock stirs in my underwear. What the fuck? How is he doing this to me?
I've known this man has an effect on me like no other but not in this way too. The need to take care of him, keep him sated and smiling, has always been there. This new development only causes more complications. I shift in my seat, reaching between my legs to adjust myself. I quickly move my hand back above the table when Enrico looks at me intently, almost as if he can read my thoughts.
“You don't have any plans today? Other than being my personal cook that is.”
I grip my spoon tighter. “Nope. The rest of my day is free.”
“You need more of a life, Ferny.”
I scrunch my face. “Did you just give me some weird nickname?”
He laughs, setting down his spoon. “Maybe. You have one for me, so I think it's only fair.”
Twisting my lips, my jaw twitches. “Nothing about our name exchange is fair.”
Laughing, he stands from his chair and collects our dishes. The belt tied around his waist is barely keeping the front of his robe together. I don't realize how long I stare at the happy trail scattering around his fading pink scar until he clears his throat. “See something you like, Ferny?”
Pushing my chair back, my pulse pounds loudly in my ears. I'm used to having more control of my situations, and right now I feel as if I'm slowly losing myself. I don't know how to answer his question. I'm still trying to figure it all out in my head. Do I want him? It's silly and impossible.
I quickly get to my feet and straighten my suit. “I should go. I have a few errands to run before it gets dark.”
He narrows his eyes. “I thought you said the rest of your day was free.”
“Yeah, that was until I remembered your father asked me to pay a few people a visit.”
“Why don't I know about this?” he asks, wrapping his robe tighter around his body. I shouldn’t feel a tinge of disappointment when the top part is no longer exposed, but I keep taking myself by surprise.
“I wasn't aware everyone was supposed to check in with you about everything.”
His jaw tightens and he grinds his teeth. “Will you come back when you're done?”
“Why would I do that? You seem like you're doing okay enough to be alone.”
“Doesn't mean I want to be.”
