Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 220

Chapter 220

Enzo

The elevator doors slid shut on the sound of her laughter, and Enzo finally let himself breathe.

She’d scared the hell out of him.

One text–911 in the garage–and his heart had dropped clean out of his chest.

Now she was draped over his shoulder, complaining about being carried like a sack of potatoes, smelling like sweat, adrenaline, and the victory that nearly broke her.

He should have been irritated.

Instead, he felt wrecked. Relieved. So in love it hurt.

The air up here was cooler, scented with her vanilla body lotion and the faint tang of espresso that always seemed to linger. He carried her straight to the bathroom and set her on the counter and turned the tap. Steam began to fog the mirror by the time he came back with a towel, water hissing against porcelain like it was exhaling for her.

“Stay put,” he ordered.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she said, trying to peel off her hoodie and immediately wincing. “Okay, maybe a little help.”

He set her on the counter and reached for her hoodie.

“Arms up,” he said quietly.

She obeyed, slow and wincing, muttering something about hating gravity. He eased the fabric over her head, careful not to brush the tender spots he already knew by heart. The cotton rasped against her skin, warm from her body, and for a second he just looked at her bruised, exhausted, still trying to grin through it.

Christ, you don’t know how to stop, do you?

She gave a shaky laugh when he freed her arms. “You’re staring.”

“Making sure you’re still in one piece.”

“Mostly.”

“Good enough,” he murmured, turning back to the tap.

“Thanks, hero.”

He tested the water, adjusted the temperature. “In.”

She eased herself down, hissing at first contact, then sank with a long, broken exhale that turned nearly indecent. “Oh my God, yes.”

Enzo rolled his sleeves to the elbow, crouching beside the tub. “You sound like I filled it with sin.”

He smiled. “That’s one word for it.”

His throat went dry. “Lola…”

“No jokes, no grand gestures.” She turned toward him, elbows braced on the edge of the tub, water sliding down her arms in silver ribbons. “I want you. I want this. Every version of it. Whatever comes next, we face it together.”

He reached out, thumb tracing the edge of her jaw. Say it again. Please. Say it again so I know I’m awake.

“Say it again,” he murmured. “Because if I’m dreaming, I’m not waking up.”

Her smile trembled. “Marry me.”

Everything inside him stopped. Breath. Thought. The careful rhythm that kept him sane. She sat there, eyes steady, waiting for him to breathe.

He finally did. “You mean that?”

“I do if you do. I don’t want to live another second of this life not having you in every way that matters.”

Oh, sweetheart. You could set the world on fire, and I would still build you a house in the ashes.

He laughed under his breath, rough and warm. “You think I’ve made it this fat just to not marry you?”

Her brow arched, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “So that’s a, yes?”