Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 207

Accidentally Yours

Chapter 207

Enzo

He left Dottie’s room to the soft click of the door behind him. For a moment, he just stood there in the hall, hand still on the handle, letting the silence settle.

The city beyond the glass hummed low and steady, but everything inside the penthouse felt muted, like the air had been turned down.

He rolled his shoulders once, more to shake off the weight of her words than anything else, and started down the corridor. Each step brought him closer to the suite he shared with Lola, the one place left in this building that still felt human.

When he opened the door, the lights were low. Lola sat on the couch, knees drawn up, Enzo’s shirt hanging loose off one shoulder, her hair damp from a shower that had probably done nothing to wash away the day. She looked up when he entered, eyes rimmed in quiet.

“Dottie settled?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he said, shutting the door behind him. “She approves of the linens. And the chair.”

That got him a ghost of a smile; small, tired, but real.

He walked over and stood in front of her, thumb brushing the edge of her jaw before he bent down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. The smell of her soap and cigarette smoke from Dottie’s scarf, coffee, and the faintest trace of skinsettled in his chest.

“She told me something,” he said softly.

Lola’s brows lifted, wary. “Should I be nervous?”

“She said…” He hesitated, then sat down beside her, their knees brushing. “She said this is the first person you’ve ever lost.”

Lola didn’t look at him. Her gaze stayed fixed on the skyline outside, on the flicker of lights from the Strip far below. “Yeah,” she said after a while. “It is.”

He let the quiet hold them.

Enzo turned toward her, fingers finding her hand. “You didn’t deserve to carry that kind of loneliness.”

She huffed out a small laugh, not cruel, just hollow. “Didn’t ask if I did.”

He wanted to tell her he’d carry it for her, all of it: the loneliness, the fire, the fury but he’d learned enough to know some pain couldn’t be carried by anyone else. It had to burn its way clean.

So instead, he squeezed her hand and said, “We’ve got to fly out to Utah.”

Her head turned. “Utah?”

“My family estate,” he said. “For Nico’s memorial.”

Her expression flickered, shock first, then something heavier. “That soon?”

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Chapter 207

“Fly in, fly out,” he said. “One night. No press, no guests outside family. It’s not open casket. Just… closure.”

Lola nodded slowly, thumb tracing circles on the back of his hand. “You want me there?“.

“I need you there,” he corrected.

Her throat worked, but she didn’t argue. “Of course I’ll go.”

He reached up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering along her neck. “You sure you’re up for it?”

She met his eyes, and for the first time all day, they didn’t look hollow. They looked alive. “If you’re walking into that, you don’t go alone.”

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Something in him eased at that, just a little. Enough to breathe.

He leaned in and kissed her. Not the kind of kiss that tried to erase pain, but the kind that acknowledged it. Her lips tasted like salt and coffee and the smallest, sweetest bit of defiance. She kissed him back, slow at first, then deeper, fingers curling into the front of his shirt.

When he pulled back, their foreheads stayed pressed together.

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