“Fûck you… Drake,” she thought in her head, and every damn image of Drake evaporated, immediately replaced with Enzo’s face.

Her hands climbed his body, up to his face, and she held it in a tight grip, holding it in place as he deepened the kiss, almost eating off her lips.

She’s even surprised he allowed her to touch him since it seems he doesn’t fancy touches from her, so she made great use of the time, caressing his face warmly before driving her hands to his hair, tenderly cradling it to the nape of his neck.

Damn… His hair is luscious and smooth, and she couldn’t stop touching it....