I woke up feeling incredibly warm, like I was wrapped in a blanket of heat and comfort. Slowly, my eyes fluttered open, and I blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. It took me a second to realize where I was—and then it hit me. I was in Enzo’s bed, my body pressed tightly against his. His strong arms were wrapped around me, holding me close like I belonged there.
Panic surged through me. My dress was gone. I was half-naked under the sheets, and the details of last night were a blur. I could remember fragments: dancing, laughing, his kisses, the way he looked at me. But after that? Nothing. What did I do? I tried to piece it together, but my mind was blank.
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