Chapter THIRTY-FOUR.

ENZO DE-LUCA

“Are you okay?” I muttered as I helped her up, finally having her in my arms, her curvaceous, soft and gorgeous body was tender under my embrace.

My cock twitched and I wanted nothing more than to hold her in my arms even more, I wanted to squeeze her like she was some sort of plushie.

How long has it been since I’ve last held her in my arms like this?

“Excuse me.” She responded, the intensity of her voice lashing at every one of my bones and making me shiver within me as she moved away from my embrace.

She didn’t look up at me for once and I couldn’t help but watch as Maeve walked past me, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she walked.

Her body was stiff and even as my eyes followed her, even as I tried as hard as I could to go with her, to have her talk to me. All I did was clench my fist.

The sound of her wincing caused me to turn fully in her direction and that was when I saw what she was really doing, her eyes were closed so she wouldn’t have to see me.