Six Weeks

Lola

Nico’s thumb traced over her knuckles, restless. “How does he do it?” he asked suddenly, voice rough.

She blinked, tilting her head against his shoulder. “Do what?”

“Enzo.” His jaw flexed. “How the hell does he sit next to you, breathe the same air, and not touch you every second? Becaus...

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