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She snorted. Went back to her book and then looked up at me.

“Do you think I should call him?”

“No,” Enzo said. “You’re not calling anyone. Not when Detroit is full of serial killers and psychopaths.”

Irene pondered for a second. “You’re right. Better safe than sorry.”

“Or,” I said, “you could ask someone to, you know, stalk the guy first.”

Irene’s eyes lit up.

“There is absolutely nothing wrong with doing a little background check before agreeing to a date.”

“That,” she declared, pointing at me, “is genius, Trish. I literally have an investigative journalist on speed dial.”

Enzo let out a defeated sigh, shook his head like he had had enough of us, and wandered off.

“See? Having you here’s so much better than spending all day with that old geezer.”

“I am twenty-six,” Enzo shouted from somewhere. “Twenty-six is not an old geezer!”

“Really? Because you complain more than people with retirement plans.”

“I don’t complain!”

She grinned wider.

“My grandfather is way more fun than you.”

“You don’t even have a grandfather,” Enzo shot back.

“I know. My imaginary grandfather still has a better personality.”

What the fuck had I gotten myself into?

I didn’t know how we came here. I didn’t know how I came here.

Enzo and I were watching a movie. Something soft, mushy. Something that felt like a bad song.

And then he was kissing me, and I didn’t ask him to stop. I just wanted to test how far this could go, how far my body would let me, to have this.

Strange. It was strange. I felt like I was watching myself from outside my body, watching myself be touched, teased, tasted.

Enzo’s fingers trailed up my thigh.

I blinked.

Is it now? Will my body give up now? Will my body seize in disgust, in fear?

It didn’t. He kissed my shoulder. He bit the curve of my neck. I didn’t feel the anticipated disgust. I didn’t feel the suffocating stench of fear.

Breathless, I watched as he pulled my underwear down.

“Trish?”

“Yes?”

“Should I stop?” Enzo whispered, his fingers slowly edging toward my pussy. Fuck. I… No one had ever touched me like that, and no one had…