He said that as though she could always count on him being real, but life had taught Bonnie that it wasn't totally the case. It was Enzo, though, in every possible way that counted and she squeezed him tight, not wanting to let him go. "I knew that," Bonnie answered with a grin, "because if you'd booked the hotel you'd be in the same room as me," she said giving him a soft kiss.
"Nope, you can't trust me to keep my hands to myself, if that's what you mean," Bonnie answered naturally falling back into their roles together. She followed him inside and when Enzo spoke next Bonnie knew that she had to explain.
She sat down on his bed and gestured for him to sit with her and she took his hand. "Do you want me to tell you, or do you want to see it for yourself?" she asked, her eyes wide as she looked into his. "I got my magic back. I can show you, but you might prefer to just hear it, because it's not easy stuff," but she trusted Enzo to choose whatever he could best handle.