"Why are you apologizing?" he asked, softly. When I remained silent, he didn't prod for an answer. Instead, he gently moved closer, his warm breath tickling my ear. I could see the subtle catch in his throat as he spoke, and my own heartbeat seemed to sync with his. "You..." He whispered, his voice low and enchanting, like a soothing melody. "You have a captivating scent," Enzo murmured, almost reverently.
