Page 217 of When We Fall: Part Two
“Please, don’t do anything stupid,” Enzo pleaded softly. “Keep it together. Think about the future if you get upset. Not the now. The future. That’s the goal. Can you please try to do that?”
I studied him to see the torment in his dark eyes. I knew he hated Celeste. This was hard on all of us.
“I’ll try. No guarantees.”
“I guess that’s all I can ask for. I trust you.”
“You shouldn’t,” I mumbled. “I almost killed that fucker today. Of course, he rides a fucking motorcycle. I knew I didn’t like the little prick when I first met him.”
“Fox had a motorcycle,” Enzo mused. “And that old dirtbike. Remember?”
“I remember. He loved working on those bikes. Then football happened. Took time away from it all.”
“I wish he got to have all his dreams,” Enzo murmured. “He’d have been a good husband. A good dad.”
I nodded, my throat tight. “Yeah. He would have.”
We were both quiet for a long time.
“Come on. Let’s get to bed. Tomorrow is a long day. We have to go do more wedding shit.”
I groaned and got up, following him out. There were three bedrooms in this suite, and E was already out when we got back. Elijah said he’d barely come out of his room the entire night. Sounded like E.
“Enzo?” I called out as Enzo went to his room. He paused in the doorway and looked back at me.
“Yeah?”
“C-Can I sleep with you tonight?”
He studied me for a moment. “Sure, man.”
Grateful, I followed him to his room and closed the door behind me.
“What are you doing?” he asked as I stripped naked.
“Just trying to make things feel right again,” I said, crawling onto his bed.
He stared at me like I’d lost my mind.
“Join me,” I said, patting the spot next to me.
He hesitated for a moment before stripping naked and lying next to me.
“Rosalie should be between us,” I said, staring up at the ceiling.
“Yeah,” he rasped.
“I miss her.”
“Me too.”
“I haven’t gotten off in weeks,” I continued.
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because I assume you haven’t either. Right?”
“Right,” he agreed.
