Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12

She shot him a look like she might combust.

“I don’t fit. I’m not elegant. I’m not classy. I’m not whatever–the–hell kind of woman people expect to see on your arm.”

You’re nothing like any of them and that’s why I’m not letting go.

Then–almost desperately, eyes wide-

“And we haven’t even had sex yet!” she whisper–hissed, jabbing an accusing finger at him. “What kind of deranged universe is this?!”

Enzo stepped in close.

Didn’t say a word.

He cupped her jaw, leaned in–and kissed her.

Soft.

Sure.

Grounding.

When she didn’t flinch or pull away, he moved one hand down to grip her ass, scooping her up like she weighed nothing. Her legs wrapped around him instinctively.

Then he kissed her again. This time deep, open–mouthed, possessive. The kind of kiss that hit backspace on every doubt she had.

By the time he set her down, her hands were still fisted in the too–tight shirt he wore, and her expression had softened just enough to breathe again.

Yeah little cherry bomb, you’re not going anywhere when you do things like that.

“I forgot what I was panicking about,” she mumbled.

“Good.” His lips twitched. “We can circle back to the sex thing later.”

Her mouth dropped open. “Enzo.”

“What?” He shrugged. “Just trying to stick to your itinerary.”

She smacked his chest, but there wasn’t much heat behind it. Enzo tilted his head slightly–and spotted something just behind her, on the floor by the bedpost where he’d been tied up.

It was small.

Plastic.

Pink and heart–shaped.

He bent, scooped it up, and held it between two fingers. The ring was cheap, flashy, and clearly the kind that could blink if it wanted to. One of those things you’d win from a rigged claw machine or buy from a light–up vendor during a blackout–fueled bender in the desert.

He didn’t remember it from Burning Man–but honestly? That just made it more likely that’s where it came from. Without asking, he took her hand and slid

it on.

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…Seriously?” she asked, staring at it.

“Dead.”

“It’s-” She wiggled her finger. “This is definitely designed to blink.”

“It’s being respectful. Unlike you at that wedding I’m sure.”

That earned him a snort.

Then he lowered his voice, thumb brushing the back of her hand.

“We’ll figure this out, Lola. But for now? We keep this up a little while. Until things cool down.”

She didn’t reply right away.

She just stared at the ring–silent, overwhelmed, maybe a little terrified.

“We’re in this together now. If we can keep most of my people from finding out, we might actually be able to end the charade without too much damage.”

“Cool. Love that for me.”

The knock turned into a door slam.

Fuck. I should have known they’d bring Gino with them. This probably got more complicated.

“HOLY SHIT! The guys just told me the news and I–okay, wow, I did not see that coming, but clearly something life–altering happened at Burning Man because this is epic.”

Enzo tensed. “Gino-”

I don’t know if I want to kill him for drugging me or kiss him for the same reason.

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