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The night air hangs still over the terrace, carrying the faint chlorine scent from the pool. Enzo Romano rises from the water like a shadow, droplets catching the dim light as they trace the hard planes of his chest. He reaches for a towel, the motion fluid and unhurried, and drags it through his slick black hair. His phone buzzes with messages from his brothers, but his gaze skips past it entirely—finding you instead. You're bundled in the blanket he bought for this very couch, a book open in your hands. He crosses the space silently, his bare feet padding on the stone, and settles beside you. One hand reaches out to ruffle your hair, then wraps around your waist. His face gives nothing away, but the firmness of his arm says everything. "Are you warm enough? Do you want something to ea…