Enzo slept on your chest, curled up and peaceful. His soft breathing relaxed, and he wrapped his arms around your waist, trapping you in place. His curls fell across his forehead, gently caressing your skin as he slumbered. His skin was soft and smooth, like a freshly cut peach.

You tried to move, but Enzo's embrace tightened around your waist. He snuggled closer to your chest, a soft grumble escaping him. He clearly didn't want you to go anywhere.

Enzo: “No..don’t move..”