Seven couldn’t fight the tears streaming down his face. They came hot and quiet, the kind that made his throat ache. “You’re going to break me with this. I’m a mess. If you keep romancing me like this, I’m going to melt into a puddle, and then what will you do?”
Enzo took Seven’s left hand, thumbing over the ring. He then turned Seven’s wrist and kissed his pulse point, the scrape of stubble and metal sending a shiver racing up Seven’s arm. “Just let me be sappy and cringe and over-the-top tonight,” he said. “Tomorrow, I’ll go back to being the boring, unglamorous person you know.”
“You consider buying a gaming system that costs more than a car boring?” Seven teased, fishing the crumpled-up handkerchief someone—probably Felix—had handed him earlier from his pocket to swipe at his runny nose.
“You needed it. It was practical.”
Seven gave him a flat look. “And the whole new wardrobe?”
“I was being selfish,” Enzo answered, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. “You can’t be my law partner and wear someone else’s designer clothes. What will people think?”
“Demanding the chefs at Mama’s make me food that’s not on the menu?”
“A good chef must always be ready. It’s simply a skill check to make sure they’re doing their jobs properly.”
“Cooking for me every night?”
Enzo gently bit the tip of his nose. “I cook for me. I just share with you.”
“Yeah, sure.” Seven laughed. “They’re gonna want to celebrate with us, huh?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“There’s no way we can just go home?”
“What do you want to do at home?” Enzo asked. “Gonna propose to me now?”
“I was planning to get on my knees. What I do after depends entirely on you, Daddy.”
Enzo gave a pained groan of regret. “Ma’s throwing an engagement party for us at the restaurant, but luckily for you, there’s no place in that restaurant I don’t know.”
“Gonna fuck me against the vintage wines?” Seven murmured, tone flirty.
“If that’s what you want. This night is all about you,” Enzo said.
Seven shook his head. “No, it’s aboutus. Just us. And three hundred of our closest friends and family members.”
Enzo laughed. “We do have a village…”
As if on cue, the sound of heels growing closer had them looking up. Felix appeared, no longer in his cosplay, but an FNM original suit that fit him like a glove, looking regal as a queen. He held two garment bags.
“I thought for sure I’d catch you fucking back here,” he muttered.
Enzo snorted. “You sound disappointed.”
“Oh, I am,” he retorted, giving Enzo a hard once-over that had Seven play-kicking him. “What? He’s hot. We’re all curious.”
“What do you need?” Seven asked, drawing his attention away from Enzo.
“If you don’t go let your mothers hug you right now, one of them is gonna rupture something. They’re absolutely feral waiting for you to go back out there. Party now, fuck later. Here. I made you these so you look good in your pics tonight. And, yes,before you ask, I got pictures and video of the proposal. You’re welcome.”
With that, he turned on his heel and sashayed away.
“Did he say he made us clothing?” Enzo asked.
“Are you surprised?” Seven countered.
Enzo frowned. “He doesn’t even have my measurements.”
