“Who said anything about sleep?”
“Mmm, this is nice,” Ezra hums in my ear, waking me from a relaxing slumber.
“What is?”
He finds my left hand beneath the sheets and brings it to his lips. “Waking up to a naked fiancée.”
“Best feeling in the world,” I agree.
We cradle and massage every inch of each other’s skin with fondness. I never want to forget this moment. The moment where only the two of us know we’re engaged.
But before long, I’m restless with impatience again. “Can we tell him now?”
Once we’re decent, Ezra knocks on Kane’s door. The second he calls out, I dart in and launch myself onto the edge of his bed.
“Hey, buddy. Wake up. Wake up! Remember when you asked me if I was going to adopt you?”
“Okay, we’re jumping right in,” Ezra chuckles behind me. “Good morning,” he says, modeling an appropriate introduction.
Sitting up, Kane rubs his eyes. “Huh? What are you talking about?”
“Do you remember the time you asked if I was going to adopt you?”
He nods, his brow knitted and his lips tugged into an apprehensive frown.
“Is that something you still want?” My heart dangles from the edge of a cliff while I wait for his response.
“What?” he asks again, clearly not awake enough to process well.
Raising my hand, I flash him my engagement ring. “Your brother and I are getting married. For real this time. Tomorrow, actually.”
“And we have the green light on an official adoption,” Ezra says, sounding as elated as I feel.
“So is that?—”
“Yes.” Kane rockets off the bed and engulfs me in the biggest hug. Then he rises to meet his brother for a long and tearful embrace. When he steps back, he pokes Ezra in the shoulder. “I’m not calling you Dad, though.”
“That’s okay. I already call him Da?—”
Ezra clamps a hand over my mouth and brings his lips close to my ear. “Donotfinish that sentence.”
“Or what?” I mumble against his hand.
His dark eyes flash. “You don’t wanna know.”
I lick his palm. “I think I do.”
“Oh my god.” Kane slaps a hand to his face. “Is it too soon to move out?”
Laughing, we head toward his door, but he calls out, stopping us.
He looks to me, then to his brother. “I… thank you.” His lips are pulled in tight, but then they loosen. “I love you.”
Ezra’s throat bobs as he stares unabashedly.
Fuck, the sight makes my heart race.
When he stands taller, pride seeps out of his pores. “I love you too.”
