7 Chapter 7

“Yeah although I haven’t had much luck getting anything published or even written as of late,” I shrugged and clutched his hand a little tighter when I felt my foot slip on a patch of ice.

“Need some new material?” Enzo asked and when I glanced up at him there was a mischievous look upon his face.

It was then that he suddenly pulled me to a halt and spun me around to face him. If he hadn’t been holding onto me, I would have gone flat on my backside.5

A small part of me knew that I should pull back. I should remind him that he had a partner who, as we kissed, was making brownies in my freaking kitchen.

I couldn’t bring myself to do that. The larger part of me sunk into the kiss. I deepened it by prying his lips open with my tongue. He tasted of herbs and spices from the meal I’d just cooked but there was something beneath it, something sweet like nectar, and I wanted more.

That’s when Enzo broke the kiss.