Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119

Lola

Lola’s lashes cracked open, for the second time that morning, vision swimming until shapes sharpened.

Nico.

Pressed into him like he was her favorite pillow, legs tangled with his, her arm tucked against his chest. Blanket sliding halfway to the floor. His shirt soft under her cheek–and wet. A dark patch spread over the cotton right above his pec.

Oh, hell no. Drool. I really knocked out.

His arm cinched around her back, even in sleep. Solid. Warm. Unmovable.

For one blissful second, she let herself sink into it. Then the thought hit–sharp, unwanted.

Enzo.

Her stomach flipped. She needed to text him. Let him know. Before his mind went nuclear, before he thought she’d blurred a line she swore she wouldn’t.

Because this? This was comfort. A reset. Not betrayal. She’d never give him a reason to doubt her, not when he trusted her with the most dangerous parts of himself.

Her pulse picked up, loud in her ears. He’d see this and know, right? Know it’s just sleep? Just safety?

Her fingers twitched against Nico’s shirt, the urge to dig out her phone immediate and sharp. Text him, Lo. Make sure he knows. Before it looks like something it’s not.

The front door slammed.

“Alright, so we’ve got three new crews to brief, half the east wing still hasn’t—”

Gino stopped dead.

Blanket half–off, Nico flat on his back, Lola draped across his chest, their legs tangled like ivy. A dark wet spot bloomed on his shirt where her drool had claimed territory.

Gino’s face went slack, then contorted like he’d just walked into a crime scene. “Oh my fucking god.”

He spun, hands in his hair, pacing. “Nope. Nope nope nope. Absolutely not. You’re dead, Lo. And you-” he jabbed at Nico, “-he’s gonna skin you alive. Both of you. Jesus Christ, I’m not dying in Vegas, this is not how I go out!”

Still half asleep, Lola blinked up at him, groggy, throat dry. She pushed herself up just enough to wipe her mouth, muttering, “Gino-”

But he was already dialing. “Nope. Not listening. He deserves to hear it from me before I’m digging your graves. Boss? Yeah, it’s me. You might wanna-‘

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Chapter 119

Her head snapped up, heart catching. “What did he say? Was he busy? I’m going to text him-”

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