Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18

The others piled in. Dom up front. Gino behind the wheel, muttering to himself about glitter and violence. Marco and Nico filling the middle row with way too much energy for men who just watched a girl in a sundress deliver a knockout punch.

The car pulled away from the curb. Silence settled like dust. Heavy. Loaded.

Lola leaned against the door, arms folded. Her skin still buzzing from adrenaline–and from the way Enzo’s thigh brushed hers. The weight of everything still thrumming under her bones.

Then his hand landed on her knee. She stiffened. A subtle jolt up her spine. He didn’t say anything. Just left it there. Firm. Steady. Claiming. Her breath caught.

His hand is huge and so warm. There are some light calluses, probably from digging holes to bury people in.

And stayed caught when his thumb started to move. Just slow, idle strokes across the top of her knee like he owned the motion–and her response.

Que internal purring.

She didn’t look at him. Didn’t need to. Her pulse was a war drum. The SUV was too quiet.

Surly they could all hear it, the pounding in my chest because it was deafening.

Enzo’s hand was still on her thigh. Solid. Warm. Thumb tracing lazy, possessive circles like her skin was his and no one else’s.

She cleared her throat. “Gino.”

He flinched behind the wheel. “Yeah?”

“What do you remember about Burning Man?”

A pause.

“Some chick gave it to me that sparkly drink earlier in the night. She said it’d help me ‘vibe higher‘ or whatever. I thought it was, like, a mushroom microdose thing. I didn’t know it’d nuke both your brains.”

“You didn’t think maybe ask what was in it before handing it out?”

“I didn’t know it was that strong!” he groaned. “I was already buzzing. You asked for something fun. I thought I was sharing the experience!”

“You roofied your cousin.”

“I accidentally roofied my cousin,” Gino clarified. “And you. Which I feel super shitty about, by the way.”

Enzo still hadn’t spoken. He just let his hand drift up another inch. Lola’s dress shifted. Her breath hitched, Enzos finger only slowed for a brief moment and then an unmistakable growl.

Gino kept talking, oblivious. “One moment I’m talking to Enzo then he decided to walk over to the Fire Dome. Then you found me literally 10 minutes later, gave you some of the magic potion. We danced for a beat and then you said something about gravity pulling you away and then you were gone. Santa showed up dressed like he just walked out of the set of Mad Maxx with mosaic mirrors all over him and then some she devil stole my soul.“”

Dom choked on a laugh.

Lola rolled her eyes. “And then what?”

“That’s literally the last memory I have I swear!” he was almost crying at this point.

Lola’s glare hit the rearview like a heat–seeking missile.

Gino sighed. “I am sorry, okay? I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

Enzo’s voice finally came–low, quiet, smooth like a blade.

“You’ll make it up to her.”

Gino froze. “Yeah. No, yeah. Totally.

Of course. Definitely.”

Enzo leaned toward Lola, lips brushing her ear. “You good, gattina (kitten)?”

She didn’t trust her voice, but she nodded.

“So how long have you two known each other and how have we not met her?” Dom questioned.

Lola looked towards Enzo who answered without skipping a beat, “A few weeks back I snuck out and went to a little dive bar undercover and that’s where we met. We’ve been in contact since and then I woke up in her bed yesterday morning and knew I never wanted to let go so I popped the question.”

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