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Its been 4 months since the trip to greece. Everything was buried under the rug after Tom took care of Meredith blindsided to peter, tucked away just under his closed eyes. Tom had the choice to run, leave to the pretentious life as he became the embodiment of the real dickie greenleaf, as he always wanted but what his heart ached for was love. He couldn't pretend peter is not irrequeably everything he ever wanted. Someone so gracious, so thoughtful, so spellbinding that somehow can see his true self as not just pleasant, more genuinely loved him for how he was. Tom could never let go of that. He felt that peter became essential for his sanity. He went steps beyond his usual radicals to seal the deal just so they would have a perfect resplendent life. Just for peter. Days have passed. It seems it has become an reality now.
Tom calls peter at lunch, he asks him to come Le Mercerie street, go have a walk around the city and talk spontanously. This is quite unusual of him. Peter agrees curiously. Later after his work at the chapel is over, Peter wanders the streets, looking for him.
He was about to call him when he suddenly spots him outside a jewelery store. Hes quite surprised seeing him there. Tom smiles seeing Peter through the window and exits the shop with a box.
Peter asks
So what did you buy?
Oh just something gold.
Gold?
Tom then opens the box to show a steel cut, rimmed symmetrically golden ring, edged with a string of small diamond gemstones on it. Peter looked at it in amazement.
How much was it?
Not too much, Do you think it suits me? Asked tom with a beamed face.
"It looks like its made for you" told peter as his dimples raising, that shrinks his eyes in a gentle way its makes tom always skip a heartbeat. They both stand across of the city as a beautiful navy blue lake stood infront of them.
Tom turns around and lies on the handle of the view.
Well, you can keep this ring and the box.
What? Its for me?
Well.. Yes-
But it suited you so much more, I don't think it will fit considering my fing- "peter, Listen" tom caresses Peter's face.
Its for you but not for you.
peter's face tilts a little amused.
"I don't understand-"
I love you. I love you so much peter. I can't fathom a day where I ever be without you. Everyday that goes up since the trip to greece, I have been dying to marry you. To call you truly mine, my husband. But I know you would never say yes, atleast this soon.....
Peter's eyes dilate, just grasping in the words he just heard.
You might be thinking I am rather the most foolish person, for a man who came from princeton said tom sarcastically. Peter chuckled.
Well, I give you this, so whenever you are ready to do this, feel like this desperate blonde american deserves to be called yours. Please don't hesitate. As the answer will forever be a yes. Tom grinned.
Peter is always is weak for the smooth words tom hit him with, but god did this hit him a truck.
He stuttered " I, I, I- am out of words" as he gave tom his heart eyes.
Oh wow, I really shocked you. Tom chuckled with his hand on his mouth.
"Its not that funny" peter said in a serious tone.
Argueable, but hope I didn't scare you too much with my love bombing, I just wanted to tell let my heart speak out. He said as he looked down into the everstill water below him.
Peter put his hand on Tom's shoulder so Tom would look at him. "You didn't.... you just made me fall in love with you all over again" told peter, as he couldn't hold eye contact as he glimpsed down smiling.
Tom kissed him on the check, holding his shoulder and tip toeing a little to reach him. He was tempted to steal a kiss from the dreamy tall man but couldn't as he knew, peter was too pure in the heart for that and melt.
"You're mesmerizing" said tom.
" and you're a heart throb, dear god, how many people have you seduced and broken the hearts of?"
"Oh, I should be asking that to you, mr. Virtuoso of Venice". They were laughing as their hearts were in sync.