I laughed.

“So now you’re going to tell me you’re Fred Enrico!”

“No… I’m just Enrico.”

I grabbed the front of his t-shirt and yanked him forward until his mouth hovered centimeters from mine.

“Why don’t you stop talking and just kiss me?”

He frowned, half-amused, half-exasperated.

“Little bunny, the way you use me…”

I tilted my head and kissed him—slowly, savoring the taste, tasting exactly what I had craved for so long. Fred didn’t move. He let me take what I ...