That red light in the corner wrapped everything in a warm glow. Pile of throw blankets kicked into a heap on the floor. Pillows dented and out of place.

You were winning. For about three seconds. Then his arm swung wrong.

Enzo’s palm caught you square across the cheek. The crack of it cut through the fan noise. For one frozen moment, his grin dropped. His honey-brown eyes went wide in the dim light.

The impact sent a sharp sting radiating from your cheekbone to your jaw.