HIS WILLING TOY
I repeated it again and again until Enzo began to chuckle.
He stood and pulled me up, kissing me quickly, his lips warm from the sun.
“Next spot,” he said, tugging me along. We walked to a garage at the edge of the estate, the door creaking as he pushed it open. Vintage cars lined the space, polished and gleaming, with sleek curves, chrome details, and a time capsule on the wheels.
“Holy shit,” I breathed, running my hand over a red Mustang’s hood. “Are these yours?”
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