Enzo reached around me to shut off the water, and I inhaled his dark forest scent, already so familiar to me. It smelled like home.

I was home.

Out of nowhere, I burst into tears.

“Hey, hey. What’s this?”

“I’m s-sorry.” I tried to get control of myself, but all I could do was stand there, naked and cold, with my wet hair hanging over my face as violent sobs wracked my body.

Without another word, Enzo opened the shower door and grabbed a white towel off the towel rack. He let me cry as he dried me off, starting with my hair and then working his way down my...