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“Wise men say, ‘Only fools rush in.’”
Tommy suppressed a chuckle. They were making dinner. Or at least, they were supposed to. But roughly three songs ago, Evan had dropped his knife onto his cutting board, grabbed Tommy’s waist from behind, and started swaying.
“But I can’t help falling in love with you.”
That had been Ed Sheeran’s Perfect. He’d turned around to wrap his arms around Evan’s shoulders after it had transitioned into At Last by Etta James before resting his forehead against Evan’s when La Vie en Rose filled the air.
“Shall I stay? Would it be a sin?”
Evan’s fingers curled tightly around Tommy’s waist, slowly guiding their steps across their kitchen. The scent of the garlic and onions Tommy had been sauteéing for his nonna’s famous ragù still wafted through the air, waiting for him and Evan to continue cooking.
“If I can’t help falling in love with you?”
With a soft smile, Tommy let his head drop onto Evan’s shoulder, closing his eyes for a moment, letting himself get lost in the warmth of his boyfriend and the soft melody coming out of the speaker Evan had insisted on setting up after he’d moved in.
“I think we’ve already sinned enough tonight,” Tommy murmured, a teasing lilt in his voice.
Evan huffed a laugh against his temple. “You say that like dancing in the kitchen is some great transgression.”
“I meant the fact that you just up and abandoned the chopping board. Like a heathen.”
Evan pulled back just enough to meet Tommy’s eyes. “You wound me.”
Tommy smirked. “Do I?”
Evan spun him suddenly, a startled laugh escaping Tommy’s throat, then pulled him close again before dipping him just slightly. It was smooth, so smooth that Tommy couldn’t help his heart starting to beat a little quicker.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“And you love me for it.”
Tommy rolled his eyes but didn’t disagree. Evan grinned, clearly pleased with himself, and pulled him upright again. They continued to sway, the song’s final notes feeding the atmosphere in the air.
Evan leaned in, voice soft in his ear. “Take my hand.”
Tommy shivered, tilting his head slightly, eyes fluttering shut. He let himself relax, the moment filling him with warmth, and then whispered back, “Take my whole life, too.”
Evan hummed, nuzzling Tommy’s cheek before finally closing the distance. The kiss was soft and sweet, barely more than a brush of lips at first, before Evan pressed in a little deeper, drawing a quiet sigh from Tommy, who instantly returned the favor.
The music shifted again, and this time, it was something more upbeat, some old Motown song Tommy didn’t recognize. Evan grinned against Tommy’s lips and suddenly stepped back, tugging him with him as he spun them both in a silly little two-step.
Tommy yelped at the sudden change in energy, but it quickly turned into a deep belly laugh after he caught himself. “Do you plan to just keep on dancing until we starve?”
A playful grin spread across Evan’s face, his eyebrows wiggling exaggeratedly as he continued leading Tommy around the kitchen. “What, you wanna stop?”
Tommy opened his mouth, fully intending to say yes, to remind Evan of the half-prepped meal they still had to finish, but Evan twirled him again, and, damn it, he was having too much fun to argue.
So instead, he sighed dramatically and said, “Fine. But if I pass out from hunger, I’m haunting you.”
Evan laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners in that way Tommy adored. “Fair deal.”
And so, they danced. The pasta could wait.