Fourty-Six

GYPSY'S POV

Several seconds after our wild romp, my breath starts evening out though my lungs still feel a bit choppy. Despite how sated I am, I can't help the fear that streaks through my veins every other second.

The fear that Enzo is going to get off me any moment from now and tell me to get the hell out of his apartment, that he'd only wanted to fuck me one last time.

But that doesn't happen. Instead, Enzo wraps his arms around me and turns us on the bed so that I'm now on top of him. He doesn't pull his semi-erect dick out of me, leaving our bodies connected.

I place my head on his chest, the sound of his rapidly beating heart soothing my anxiety.

“What changed?” I raise my head to look at his face, finally asking the question on my mind.

“I spoke to Dante.” Enzo answers. “He explained everything to me.”

I nod even though I'm a bit surprised. “He's a good person.” I say.

“I'm sorry, princess.” Enzo begins to say. “I'm so fucking sorry for being so unfair to you and not giving you