Raffaele glanced at their joined hands. “Don’t get soppy on me,” he said. But he didn’t pull his hand away, and the look in his dark eyes was soft and indulgent.
Nate smiled wistfully, remembering their first meeting. So much had changed in a year. Who could have thought back then that he’d fall in love with that insufferable, seemingly heartless asshole?
“Soppy? Of course not,” Nate said with a grin—and intertwined their fingers.
Raffaele rolled his eyes but let him.
The End