“Oh my God,” he breathes.
“That’s not an answer.”
“I can’t believe you’re asking me while we’re both in sweatpants. I have Dorito dust on my T-shirt!” He wipes frantically at the spot in question.
“I can get you naked and ask you again?”
The corner of his lips twitches upward. “You really think that’sbetter?” I start to leer, and he holds his hand up to silence me, laughing. “No, don’t answer that.”
“I’m still waiting for you to answer my question.”
Before I can blink, I have a lap full of my best friend’s son, who also happens to be the love of my life. He kisses me sweetly, cupping my bearded jaw between his palms. “The answer will always be yes, Ken. Even if we can’t seem to doanyof these things the normal way.”
“Normal is overrated,” I insist. “I like our way.”
Cody nuzzles his nose against mine and sighs. “Me too.” He leans back after a moment, and there’s a cheeky glint in his eye. “Now which one of us is the romantic?”
A year or so ago, I never would have imagined I would fit that description. Now? I’ll wear it with pride. Nevertheless, I smack Cody’s ass a little and ask, “Do you want me to go and get your ring or not?”
“There’s a ring?” he asks, blinking as the cheeky smile slips from his face, only to be replaced by shock again. “I thought this was a spontaneous proposal.”
“Well, it was impulsive in that I planned to be a bit more romantic with it—”
“See!You’rethe romantic!”
“—but I decided I wanted to marry you months ago.”
His smile turns soft. “Awww,” he says, before smirking again and cocking his head to the side. “Did you ask Dad’s permission?”
I can’t help but tilt my head back and laugh at the absurdity of the question. “What? Like you’re not an adult in charge of your own life?”
“You’re totally still afraid of his disapproval,” he replies teasingly. “Admit it.”
“I am not.”
“You are!” He laughs and shakes his head. “Is that why you insist on staying at an Airbnb for holidays and stuff? You think my dad will make us sleep in separate bedrooms?”
“I think Mike appreciates that he doesn’t have to hear you screaming my name at night.”
“And sometimes in the mornings.”
I nod, my fingers flexing on his ass. “And sometimes in the mornings.”
Chuckling, he shuffles off my lap and extends his hand, tugging me to my feet. “Let’s go get my ring and celebrate, then,” he changes the subject.
Already half-hard from having him in my lap, I am totally on board withcelebrating.
It’s not until we’re sprawled in bed, sweaty and panting and coiled around each other’s naked bodies, that I feel his lips curl into another smirk where they are pressed up against my chest.
“What?” I ask.
“I just realized,” he begins lightly, “that by getting married, you’re going to be Dad’s son-in-law.”
I groan. I hadn’t actually thought about that. Mike will have a field day once he realizes it, too.
“Is it too late to take it back?” I joke.
Cody snorts and snuggles in closer. “It was too late the moment you rescued me from a handsy Grindr date.”
