Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 49

Chapter 49

Nico

The door shut quietly behind them, and for a beat, the rooftop settled into an easy hush.

Marco leaned forward, elbows on knees, eyes still on the hallway like he hadn’t quite let them go. “That girl’s gonna be trouble.”

“She already is,” Dom said, though there wasn’t a lick of judgment in it–just observation.

Gino swirled the ice in his glass, eyes unfocused. “It’s kinda nice, though. Seeing him like that.”

“Like what?” Marco asked, lifting a brow.

“Not carrying the weight of the entire fucking world for a minute,” Gino said simply.

No one said anything after that. Just the sound of wind moving over the rooftop and the quiet clink of glassware.

Nico leaned back in his seat, watching the flames flicker low in the firepit. “He never lets anyone in. Not like that.”

Dom nodded once. “Takes a hell of a woman.”

“Or a hell of a match,” Nico murmured. “She’s not afraid of him. Doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t chase either.”

Marco gave a quiet laugh. “Yeah. She’s not trying to get out… but she’s not begging to stay, either.”

“She just is,” Nico said. “And maybe that’s what he needed. Someone who lets him be.”

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward–it was understanding.

No more needed to be said.

Enzo

She said she was ready for bed the second she curled into his lap.

Didn’t even try to move on her own when he shifted so he carried her.

Light in his arms, head resting on his shoulder breathing heavy into crook of his neck with her legs dangling at his side. The world quieted around them- just low hallway lights, the hush of the elevator, the sound of her trust wrapped around him like something sacred.

She may not be comfortable with saying it out loud but she trusts me.

Really trusts me.

He hadn’t expected to feel so damn protective.

She wasn’t dressed for sleep. Not really. Just the tiny zip–up crop top she’d pulled from the stocked closet hours ago–something his team had picked out that clung to her in all the wrong and right ways. Her hair was dry now, falling in soft waves past her shoulders. Beautiful.

But the way she melted into him?

That hadn’t faded at all.

He eased into the penthouse bedroom and kept the lights dim, only enough to see by. The bed was massive, turned down, ready–somehow it looked to big for how small she looked in his arms.

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Chapter 49

She’s everything I didn’t know I wanted or needed.

And now I’d burn everything for her without flinching.

He lowered her gently onto the edge of the bed. She blinked up at him, sleep clinging to her lashes, legs swinging slightly above the floor. No words–just that quiet look that said she trusted him to take care of whatever came next.

“Arms up,” he said softly.

She smirked without opening her eyes. “Again?”

He found the zipper between her breasts and took his time pulling it down. The sound was slow and deliberate–more intimate than it should’ve been. Not sexual. Just quiet. Focused. Thoughtful.

He peeled the jacket from her arms and helped her lie back against the pillows before tugging one of his softest shirts from the drawer–a faded black tee, oversized and warm from his hands.

She barely moved as he dressed her. Just watched him with half–lidded eyes.

“You always this good at playing nurse?” she murmured, voice husky with sleep.

“No,” he said honestly, brushing a hand through her hair. “Only for you.”

And for some reason, that didn’t feel like an exaggeration.

He climbed in beside her, pulling the blanket up over both of them. She shifted immediately, curling into his chest like muscle memory, one leg hooking around his thigh.

She snuggled in, “Good. I’ll stick a bitch if I have to.”

“Mmm,” she hummed, not lifting her head. “Day off.”

His hand paused on her hip. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she yawned. “I always take the day off after a full schedule unless it’s a two–day piece. Hours of leaning over people wrecks your spine.”

“Smart,” he murmured.

“Baba made me promise. Said she was tired of me walking around like I was eighty.”

She makes everything feel simple. Even though nothing is.

He tightened his hold just a little. Just enough to feel like he could keep her there–safe, grounded, his.

For tonight, that was enough.

Because tomorrow, he actually had work to do.

He woke to a sound he didn’t recognize.

Soft. Broken.

Chapter 49

A choked, muffled whimper that didn’t belong in the silence of his bed–of their bed now.

She trembled in her sleep, breath hitching against his chest, lashes fluttering over tear–slick cheeks. She wasn’t dreaming–she was drowning.

“Hey,” he whispered, brushing the hair off her damp forehead. “Lola… wake up, baby. You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

She startled awake with a soft cry, gasping like she couldn’t quite breathe. Her hands fisted in his shirt before she realized where she was–who she was with. And then she exhaled. Collapsed into him like the fear was still in her blood.

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