Chapter 63
- I towel off soon after. When I make my way back into the room, I draw short on noting Enrico is back. My jaw tightens when I take in his position sprawled carelessly on my bed. Dimly, I trace the creases his weight makes, growing agitated. I look away, tapping thrice against my thigh on instinct. "What are you doing here?"
- "Bro, chill. You look ready to chew my head off."
- "It's 8am."