Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 169

Chapter 169

Lola

Steam still slicked the mirrors when they stepped out. The room looked like a crime scene done in fog and water–towels ripped from the shelf, counter scattered with gauze and ointments, the sink a battlefield of rings and droplets. Enzo moved through it like he always did: steady, efficient, a storm with edges. Nico… didn’t. He hovered like a tether pulled too tight.

Enzo wrapped a towel around her first, tucking the corner low and delt like he’d been born to it. “Sit,” he said, guiding her onto the closed lid of the toilet. The command was gentle and absolute.

Nico was already there with a second towel, blotting water from her calves, then her knees, then higher–slow enough to feel like worship, jittery enough to betray that it was killing him. His hands were warm. His mouth was set like he might bite the restraint in half.

“Easy,” Enzo murmured without looking up, as if he could feel the air jump around Nico’s pulse.

“Lam,” Nico said, which was ridiculous. The towel shook in his hands.

Oh, sweetheart. You’re not.

Enzo crouched, peeled back the top corner of her towel, and checked the tape along her ribs. He was careful–two fingers

edge, eyes dark with that old, familiar anger that wasn’t for her. “No bleed,” he said. “You pulled the side, not the stiteady at each

or came out scratchy when your lungs were tired.

“Go me,” she rasped. Humor

Nico’s head tipped, amused despite himself. “You sound like a forty–year smoker.”

“Hot,” she deadpanned. “Very femme fatale.”

He choked on a laugh and then lost the sound entirely when her towel slid a fraction with Enzo’s next inspection. His gaze Nicked- instinct, not lechery–then he snapped it back to her face like he’d been burned. Color crawled up his neck. His hands went back to work on her shins like he was polishing a relic-

Enzo caught it. Of course he did. Something smug and satisfied ghosted over his mouth before he sealed it away. He finished checking the bruises along her flank, kissed the yellowing edge of one like he could bully it into healing faster, then reached for the salve.

“Tell me if anything stings.”

“Stings

W” she said.

is relative,”

His eyes lifted. “Tell me.”

Bossy. Mine. Yes.

“Okay.”

Nico abandoned the towel entirely now and just–touched her. Nothing wild. The backs of his fingers along the inside of her arm. The pad of his thumb smoothing a drop of water at her wrist that didn’t need smoothing. His palm settling at her knee like he had to keep a piece of her anchored or he’d float off the planet.

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Chapter 159

国

Lovesick wasn’t strong enough a word. He looked ruined in the soft way–raw, reverent, hungry without apology. It should’ve been too much. It wasn’t. I landed somewhere under her sternum and turned the ache Into a hum.

Enzo dabbed salve where skin met tape. She flinched once and he stopped, walled, mowed–again. “Breathe.

“I am,” she said,

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