Eli’s POVThe ring on my finger sparkled in the soft glow of candlelight, and I kept staring at it like it might disappear if I blinked. My chest still felt tight from all the emotions of earlier—shock, love, disbelief. And now, here we were, just the three of us, in our home, wrapped in warmth and dim lighting and the softest piano jazz playing low in the background.Luca was pouring wine into our glasses, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth, while Matteo fiddled with the little Bluetooth speaker, trying to queue up a song Eli-approved.“I swear to God,” I said, flopping into the plush loveseat near the fire, “if you play another slow Italian ballad, I might cry again.”“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Matteo teased, his voice low, his smile lazy. “You’ve been crying like a bride all evening.”“Fuck off,” I muttered, laughing. “You both ambushed me. What did you expect?”Luca walked over, setting two glasses on
Last Updated : 2025-07-21
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