19. Not so sweet

Enzo Denver

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"Sleep, hon. Goodnight."

I gave her a quick kiss on her forehead, nose, and lips. We took our time kissing as if we had all the time in the world. The kiss was slow yet passionate and beautiful.

"Thank you, Enzo," she weakly said, and her eyes shut.

"Sleep well, honey. I love you," I whispered.

She smiles and never answers back. It seems like she's asleep now.

I slowly stood up and stretched my body while staring at her, sleeping like a baby. My eyes again landed on her wrist, and I sighed deeply as I looked at it.

I caressed it a few times tonight, making sure that there were no scar marks. Her wrist is clean, and there's no indication that it has been with something.

I jerked my head up, moving it side by side.

Part of me says that this doesn't seem right and that there was something off about her, but the other part of my brain says it's impossible.

I'm sure she's Kylie. She has all the memories from the first day I met her in Sorrento. Thinking outside the box was im