Honey

My feet were propped up on Enzo’s lap while we relaxed on the couch, empty bowls of ice cream piled on the coffee table. He rubbed circles on my perpetually sore legs while I leaned against Dante, his muscular arm hooked comfortably around my shoulders. Roman sat on the floor, long legs stretched out in front of him while I had the perfect opportunity to play with his curly hair.

I’d thought about this moment time and time again and my heart fluttered in my ...