Page 113 of Wrapped in Red
“The look you get when you want me to suck your dick.” Ezra patted my abs with the palm of his hand. “We look more than cute.” He beamed up at me. “We make the perfect couple. You want me to send it to the rest of the WAGS? Is that what you want? You have your own friends you text with.”
When I wrapped my arms around his small body, he leaned back against me and happily took a photo.
I pressed a kiss into Ezra’s hair. “No, I just wanted a photo of us on Christmas Eve.”
“I sent it anyway, because Matthias just sent one of him and Killian. He’s wearing a Santa hat. Can you believe it? He doesn’t seem the type.” He held out his phone, and sure enough, he was. His dark curls were sticking out beneath the hat, but he looked happy as he smiled at the camera, Matthias in his lap.
I chuckled. “He loves Matthias. I think he’d do anything for him.”
“I agree.” Ezra scrolled through his phone before he showed me a picture of Leo and Andy. “Look at how adorable they are.”
Sitting in Maverick and Jackson’s living room, they were more than adorable as they sat in front a massive Christmas tree wearing matching sweaters.
“You did that,” I whispered.
“I did not.”
“You did.”
Ezra turned to look at me. “All I did was help Leo with his makeup and clothes. I’m pretty sure Andy had already decided he was into him before that party.”
“Mm, maybe, but if you hadn’t chatted up Maverick the way you had? Pushed your way into his life the way you have a way of doing? They might not have gone on that date. You’re perfect, princess. Perfect, and mine.” I tipped his head back so I could slide my lips over his.
Ezra sighed softly as he deepened the kiss and tossed his phone onto my bed. The sound of more texts coming through had me chuckling softly.
“Gossips,” he muttered, digging his fingers into the front of my pajama top.
“You wouldn’t know anything about that,” I teased.
He scoffed. “As if. Maverick wanted to make sure that if you proposed to me, I sent him a picture of my ring first. Then Noel made it clear I was not allowed to give Seth his number, and Holt—”
I stopped him by fusing our mouths together. I shoved my tongue between his lips, the taste of sweet peppermint on his mouth.
“Have you been eating candy?”
“It’s Christmas. Of course, I’m eating candy.”
“What kind?”
Ezra tugged himself closer to me. “Candy canes.”
“Your favorite,” I whispered before I kissed him again. His mouth was addictive enough, but now with the taste of peppermint, it was much worse. “Do they really think I’m going to propose to you?”
He nodded. “Mav’s convinced you’re going to get down on one knee tomorrow morning and ask me to be your husband.” Ezra blushed. “Are you?”
“Where’s the surprise in that, boo?”
We hadn’t even looked at rings since I told him I wanted to marry him, but that hadn’t stopped me from picking one out without his consent. I saw the disappointment on his face before he pushed it away.
“I want to marry you, Ez. More than anything in this world, I want you to be my husband.”
He gave me a brief smile. “Me, too.”
“But?” I saw the hurt flash in his eyes, which pained me more than he knew. “Do you want me to do it here? In my parents’ house? Where’s the romance in that?”
Ezra shrugged as sadness wrapped around his body. “I don’t need romance, CC. I only need you.”
“Princess.” I tipped his face up. I had plenty of romance planned for tomorrow morning. He just had to get there first. Damn Maverick for putting that idea in his head. Theywerea bunch of gossips. “I love you. You’re everything to me, and don’t you forget it,” I reminded him, but the disappointment and hurt continued to glitter in his dark orbs.
