“Why do you call me that?”
“Because you’re soft right here.” My fingers dipped to Nora’s navel and stroked her smooth skin.
“And...”
“And you have sharp claws when you need them. You protect those you care about fiercely.”
“Keep going...” Her gentle laughter wrapped around me and made some of the tension in my muscles ebb away.
I’d forgotten how easy it was to just be with her. No bullshit or pretenses. I don’t know how she did it, but Nora disarmed me.
“Enzo?” She turned in my arms, staring up at me through her thick, dark lashes.
“We should get some sleep, it’s late.” And I’d already woken her once.
“I know there’s a lot you can’t tell me, and I get it. I do. But if you ever want to talk, about anything, I’m here for you. I just want you to know that.”
Fuck.
This girl.
This strong, brave, gutsy girl.
“I wish it were that simple,” I said, plucking one of her stray curls between my fingers. “But this isn’t a fairytale, Gattina.”
“You think I don’t know that? You think I don’t know that you’re not the hero of this story, but the villain?”
Her words slayed me. It was as if she’d opened up my chest and looked right into my fucking soul.
“Good and bad aren’t two sides of a coin, Enzo. They’re two ends of the same piece of string. We all have the capacity to be good just like we all have the capacity to be bad. A thief is a thief until he gives his wares to those less fortunate than himself. Then he becomes the hero of their story.”
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