Read with BonusRead with Bonus

(0,0) Point of Origin

Lola

Her hair was still damp from the shower, curling at the ends in soft, defiant waves. She walked beside Enzo through the dark hallway, clean clothes hugging her skin like they’d been worn before, like they knew her already.

He didn’t touch her.

But she could feel him.

A warmth at her side. A pre...