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“I’m gonna—” Will broke off, murmuring against Enzo’s lips, and then he gave one last thrust and he was coming hard, warmth flooding Enzo’s body and that was the last little bit he needed to fall off the edge himself.

He swore and sank into his orgasm, clenching hard around Will’s cock, loving how he could feel every twitch, every bit of his pleasure.

For a long moment, neither of them moved. Neither of them said a word.

They just gazed at each other. It felt momentous, like something between them that had been shifting from the first time Will had pressed his lips to Enzo’s, settled finally into place.

Will reached up and stroked Enzo’s cheek. “You’re amazing,” he said.

There was so much truth and completely unvarnished honesty in his blue eyes it was hard not to look away. But Enzo didn’t. He forced himself to sit there and just look.

To understand that Will had meant every word he’d said earlier. That he’d never seen him as a lesser Moretti. To Will, he was the greatest Moretti.

If anything was ever going to convince him to come home, as frequently as he could, it was that look. That truth.

“You’re not half bad yourself,” Enzo said.

“That what I have to look forward to, when you swing into town?” Will teased. “Not half bad and you riding my cock like you were born to do it?”

“Yes,” Enzo said.

He wasn’t sure it was a good trade-off. He was afraid it wasn’t. But he also knew he’d do everything in his power to guarantee it was.

“Alright, then,” Will said lightly and helped Enzo slide off, grabbing his towel off the floor to help him do a cursory clean-up.

When Enzo finished in the bathroom and came back out, Will was spread out, still naked, on the bed, a quiet smile on his face. “I sent Joy an email, one I think she’ll be very glad to receive,” he said, as Enzo tucked himself into his side. Suddenly exhausted. It had been a long day. A glorious one, but long.

“Yeah?”

“I’ll move my stuff out in a few days. You sure about this?” Will didn’t look particularly apprehensive when he asked. Like he was sure. He just wanted Enzo to be sure.

“I’ve never been surer of anything in my whole life,” Enzo said.

Chapter Sixteen

Kate was on her break, and it was a quiet afternoon, so Will grabbed his laptop from his office and was working his way through some of the resumes he’d gotten in response to his job posting a few days back.

Tonight, he and Enzo were going to cart over the last of his stuff to Enzo’s place. Giana was over the moon, fluttering around like she’d just won the lottery. It didn’t matter that Enzo had reminded her a dozen times over the last few days that their relationship was still new, that they didn’t want any interference or “helpful advice,” she kept walking around with stars in her eyes.

Stars that reminded Will a little of himself every time he looked in the mirror.

She had refrained from saying, “I told you so,” but probably only because she still thought she’d set them up in the first place. That it was her matchmaking that had brought them together.

Will supposed that was technically accurate. If Giana hadn’t been so pushy, he never would’ve suggested he and Enzo go on a fake date.

And that fake date had led to all those other, real, ones.

Last night, Enzo had said, leaning against the sink as Will had brushed his teeth, that maybe someday they’d need to come clean.

Will understood why he wanted to be honest, but ugh, that was going to be one can of worms once it was opened.

“She can’t be pissed because what she wanted still happened,” was Enzo’s argument, and yeah, Will could see that logic.

He also thought Enzo was intentionally underestimating how peeved his mother might be by their deliberate lies.

Will pulled up another resume and, after scanning it, decided she would at least be worth an interview, and moved onto the next.

The bell jingled over the door, and he glanced up.

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