009 | LITTLE FANTASIES

Scarlett’s POV

Enzo kissed me.

I was hyper-aware of every minute detail of it, from the heat of the hand in my hair to the hard press of his mouth to mine. It tasted of sweetness and raw desire; there was nothing chaste or soft about it, though there was an underlying gentleness that was always present in him when he looked at me.

And, damn it all, I froze. Like an idiot my muscles locked; my lips parted and pursed against his but remained utterly unmoving. My heart beat fast and my lungs struggled to get enough air.

He pulled back slightly, his eyebrows pulling together. His dark eyes glittered with guilt and, beneath it, hurt. I ached for him, and for what we could’ve been if only I hadn’t been–

No. I wouldn’t let my past ruin this for me, too.

I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back down to me. His lips were cool, but they warmed quickly; he groaned into my mouth, his tongue sliding against mine, his fingers tightening in my hair, on my waist. I pried myself away, pressing li