Page 5 of Saved By A God
The intense wave of tingles that rushes over me robs me of my ability to breathe, but then Christiano swipes the card from my hand before I can even take a good look at it. “Fuck no. I’ll still end up paying whatever she spends.” He tucks it backinto Enzo’s pocket. “I forgot you have an extra soft spot when it comes to Rosie, so I’ll handle all the invoices for the wedding.”
“Me too,” Augusto says as he joins our group. “Being Riccardo’s older brother, I’ll carry half the expenses.”
I struggle to pay attention to the rest of the conversation, too busy processing that Enzo was prepared to give me his credit card.
It just means he trusts you. That’s all. Don’t go getting any ideas. He’s made it very clear he only sees you as a friend, and there will never be anything more between us.
My gaze lands on the table that’s stacked with bottles of alcohol, and not caring that I’m not twenty-one yet, I head over to it and grab a bottle of wine. While I read the label, the bottle is ripped out of my hand and set down on the table again.
When I glance to my right, Enzo’s shaking his head at me, a dark frown on his forehead. “Don’t even think about it.”
Sweet Jesus, I love it when he looks at me like he’s about to give me a spanking.
“Come on. My birthday’s in two months.”
“I’ll let you get drunk on your twenty-first but not a day before that. Got it?”
When he gets all bossy, I eat it up. There’s another burst of butterflies erupting into flight in my stomach.
Unable to stop myself, I lock eyes with him. “Hmm…” I trail my finger down the bottle. “And how do you plan to stop me?”
Enzo’s eyes narrow on me, making more tingles flood my entire body. He keeps staring me down while he finishes the whiskey in his glass, then slowly sets the empty tumbler on the table.
The next instant, he grabs hold of me, and I’m lifted bridal-style into the air as if I weigh next to nothing.
Half of me swoons unbelievably hard while the other half is stunned for a few seconds. Then laughter breaks out as Enzo heads toward the swimming pool.
I grab hold of his shoulders, practically trying to climb him like a tree while shrieking, “Don’t you dare throw me in the pool! It’s cold!”
A deep chuckle rumbles from him as our eyes lock. With our faces mere inches apart, I swear I feel the earth quake even though my feet aren’t touching the ground.
Because I’m too overwhelmed by Enzo, I forget to put up a fight, and the next instant he tosses me through the air.
When I hit the water, it’s freezing. I gasp from the icy shock to my system and accidentally breath some in. Swimming like crazy, I can’t stop myself from coughing, and it only causes me to inhale more water. My lungs burn, and panic overrides everything in me.
Shit!
The second I break through the surface, I sputter and cough my ass off while struggling to get air into my lungs.
“Rosie!” I hear Gianna shout.
There’s a big splash right beside me, and while I fight for my life, I’m hauled out of the pool in a matter of seconds.
“Christ, Rosie,” Enzo growls, sounding angry as fuck beside me while slapping the hell out of my back. “Just breathe for me.”
Much to my embarrassment, I begin to puke up all the water while sounding like a cat that’s being strangled.
A towel is thrown over my back, and I’m yanked away from Enzo and into Gianna’s warm arms. “You almost drowned her.”
“My fault.” I squeeze the words out through a tight throat, then I see Enzo, all soaking wet and looking hotter than ever, and I start coughing for a whole different reason.
He rubs a hand up and down my arm while leaning closer. “Are you okay?”
I nod, and getting air past my burning throat, I glance down and notice my dress is clinging to my thighs. I quickly try to tug the wet fabric down while climbing to my feet. My voice is hoarse and my eyes water from the scratchy sensation in my throat. “I’m okay. Stop worrying.”
“Let’s get you into dry clothes,” Gianna says, pulling me toward the entrance.
“Wait. I don’t want to leave wet footprints through the house.” Using the towel, I begin to dry myself.
