Seven shook his head. “No. I was just thinking I was lucky you were there today. I’m great when it’s someone else’s crisis, but not one this close to home. We would have had to just accept a public defender and hope for the best. My mom would still be sitting in jail.”
Seven shuddered at the idea of his mom in an orange jumpsuit.
“I would have never let you deal with that alone. We’re gonna find who’s actually behind this and get these charges dismissed so we can all get on with our lives. I promise.”
“I trust you,” Seven murmured.
Enzo looked stricken. “You do?”
Seven’s heartbeat kicked at the hopefulness in his tone. Seven chewed on his bottom lip, studying Enzo’s face for a bit before he said, “Yeah. More than almost anybody.”
Somehow, Seven found himself on his back, Enzo hovering over him, his gaze pinning him to the mattress. “Say it again,” he demanded.
“I trust you,” Seven said.
Enzo’s breath seemed to catch, his face doing something complicated before he choked out a strangled, “Promise?”
A sudden yawn overtook Seven before he could answer, his mouth opening so wide his jaw cracked. “I promise,” he said as soon as he could manage it.
Enzo suddenly sat back on his knees, aggressively yanking the comforter out from beneath Seven. “Let’s go to bed.”
“What?” Seven asked, looking at the television. “We’re still watching the movie.”
And he was kind of hoping he’d at least get off before bed.
Enzo shook his head. “You’re exhausted. It’s been a long day. Let’s just get some sleep. We both have work tomorrow, and I need to start prepping your mother’s case.”
Seven could barely contain the swell of feelings surging through him. “Are you sure you have time?—”
“Don’t even finish that sentence,” he said, tucking them both in, then gathering Seven against him, making him the little spoon.
He buried his face in Seven’s neck, kissing his pulse, breath teasing the little hairs at the nape of his neck. Seven tipped his head further in invitation. Enzo took it, sucking a bruise where his neck and shoulder met, then licking over the spot. Seven bit his bottom lip, swallowing the whine building in his throat.
Seven pushed his ass back against Enzo’s half-hard cock, making it known that he was willing.
Enzo groaned. “Sleep, you brat.”
“You started it,” Seven pouted.
“And if you go to sleep now, we’ll get up early and finish it,” Enzo promised.
“What if I want it now?” Seven asked, tone sullen.
Enzo nipped his ear hard enough to drag a surprised squeak from him.
“Be a good boy and maybe I’ll fuck you awake.”
Seven’s cock twitched, a moan escaping before he could stop it. “Promise?” he asked, hating how desperate he sounded.
Enzo huffed out a laugh against his neck. “Promise. But only if you sleep.”
Seven tried. He did. Another ten minutes passed before he asked the question he’d been dying to ask earlier. “Did you pay my mom’s bail?”
“Is it going to make you mad if I say yes?” Enzo countered softly.
“Mad, no. But…we’ll never be able to pay that back.”
Enzo’s lips brushed his neck softly. “I’ll consider it your dowry.”
