Chapter 10: Be my boyfriend Enzo
Enzo’s POV
Doc Olivier’s warm fingers traced the tears on my cheeks, his thumb wiping them away so tenderly it made my heart ache. His touch lingered, sending a shiver down my spine. The air between us felt heavier — charged, like something I had only ever dreamed of was about to become real.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. His presence was overwhelming — the subtle scent of clean soap and cedar clung to him, making my head swim. My chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths, and I prayed he couldn’t hear how wrecked I sounded just from this — just from him.
His honeyed voice broke the silence, low and intimate.
"Can’t you see, Enzo? I’m doing this because I like you... I’ve always liked you."
My heart slammed painfully against my ribs. The room seemed to tilt. Did I hear him right? Those words couldn’t be real. They couldn’t be meant for me. I blinked rapidly, trying to process it, trying not to fall apart under the weight of everything I’d ever wanted suddenly slipping through the cracks of reality.
"I’m doing all of this because I want to get close to you... I want to see if you feel the same way as me."
My throat tightened painfully. I felt like I was going to break apart if he touched me any more — if he stopped touching me, too. His fingers were still resting against my cheek, warm and steady, like he was holding me together without even realizing it.
"You like me?" I whispered, barely able to get the words out. They sounded fragile — small, like I didn’t believe them myself.
A soft chuckle escaped his lips, low and rough, the sound curling around my heart like silk.
"More than words can tell, Enzo."