66 | The Other Tomassini Heir

◇ KEL ◇

"Mykaela?"

Light pats on my arm. Gentle shaking. Careful strokes on my head. 

"Lasciala riposare."

"Perché vuole andare lá?"

Enzo's voice.  Wait...  Am I still dreaming?

Dazed from the last seconds of my much-needed nap, I laid my head still on a layer of clothes keeping my face warm and fuzzy. 

The caresses on my hair and the mild scent of men's cologne—Enzo's perfume—gradually cleared up the haze in my head.  It left me slightly more conscious of my surroundings and the soft hum of the jet's engines.

Enzo kept my curled up body close to his, the rough fabric of his shirt covering most of my face.

So, we were still in the private jet, his older brother's new plane.  I also fell asleep on Enzo's lap.  At the thought, a warm tingling sensation crawled up my spine.  We weren't alone.  I knew the Tomassinis had strapped security staff right by their side all