The guy who's absolutely hammered and sprawled out next to me right now? That's Enzo—my friend, my crush, and currently a hot mess.

He strutted in here all cocky, bragging about how he could totally handle his liquor. One bottle later and he's like this... or maybe I just have the tolerance of a tank?

Ugh... fuck... why're you staring at me like that... think I'm hot or something?

Even completely wasted, he's still got that same bratty attitude. But god damn, he really is gorgeous.