Page 87 of Saved By A God
It will also hurt him even more knowing that’s how I lost my virginity. On cold sheets, with dimmed lights, and not even a how-do-you-do.
Just like that, the happy fireworks fizzle out, leaving nothing but heartache in their place.
Shit, what do I do?
Lowering my eyes, I pull my hand free and scoot a few inches away, while whispering, “We can’t do this.”
“Why?”
Because the tattoo isn’t going away, and that means we can never be intimate.
I swallow hard, but it does nothing to ease the lump growing in my throat. “You were right all those years.”
I dare a quick glance and see his jaw tighten and his eyes narrow on me.
“Our friendship is too precious to mess with.” I force the words out. “We can’t risk it.”
“We won’t risk it.”
When he reaches for me, I move even further back but then get up, and in desperate need of shutting this down, I say, “I can’t deal with this right now. I think I should go to my parents.”
Enzo shoots to his feet, shaking his head, panic flashing over his face. “Forget I said anything. Let’s get you to bed so you can rest while I fix you something to eat.”
I nod jerkily, doing my best not to burst out in tears, then to make matters worse, Enzo suddenly pulls me into a hug, his arms forming bands of safety around me.
I have zero fight in me, and the instant I press my face to his chest, sobs burst from me.
“Christ, Rosie. I’m sorry,” He says, his tone urgent. “I thought it would make you happy to hear I feel the same way about you.”
Suck it up, Rosie. You’re finally home. Enzo loves you. Even if you can’t be together, at least you have that.
“It’s just been a lot,” I mumble into his shirt.
“I’m sorry,bella mia. I should’ve waited and given you more time to recover.”
“It’s okay.” I pull away and use my fingertips to wipe the tears from my cheeks. “We can talk about it once I’m back to full strength.”
“Okay.” Again, he picks me up, and when my lips part to argue, he says, “You’re exhausted, and I didn’t help. Let’s just get you to bed so you can take a nap.”
Needing to be close to him, I wrap my arms around his neck and press my face to his throat.
God, I want to take a blow torch to my back, or rip every inch of skin off.
Now more than ever, I regret getting the stupid tattoo.
I shouldn’t be surprised when Enzo carries me to his bedroom, but I am.
You can address this once you’ve gotten some rest, Rosie.
Also, it would be so nice being surrounded by his scent while sleeping.
Enzo sets me down on his bed, then removes the ballet flats on my feet. When I pull the dark gray covers back and crawl beneath them, I feel his eyes on me.
As soon as I lie down and hug a pillow that smells like him, he sits on the side of the bed and rubs his hand over my back.
“You okay?”
Gripping the pillow tighter, I nod.
