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Chapter 50

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The drive to the hospital was mostly in silence, but not the uncomfortable kind.

Enzo's hands rested on the gear, his thumb brushing against my knee from time to time, trying to entice me into a game of touch.

I was not getting hot would be a lie.

I couldn't even begin to stop staring at his profile. Strong jawline, soft stubble, a thin little frown between his eyes that always made him appear intent even when he was not. The guy just couldn't help being stupidly handsome.

"So," he finally spoke, looking at me. "Feeling alright?"

I nodded, biting my lip. "Yeah."

"You look like you're off to fight a war," he teased, gently bumping my leg with his hand.

I giggled nervously. "I'm not! It's just… I don't know, kinda strange. Like declaring to the world: Hey! We're having sex!"

Enzo laughed. "Well, I think the doctor will appreciate it. You're glowing.

I glared at him, but a warmth spread up my neck. "I hate you."

"No, you don't," he said, smirking. "You love me. Especially last night. E
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