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I stood in front of Ryan. If I wanted to, I could reach out and touch him. And gods, I wanted to, but I wasn’t quite convinced yet that this wasn’t some cruel dream that I would soon wake up from.

“That’s my boy!” Kevin called out from behind us. “That’s my boy.”

“Kevin,” Gary snapped. “You’re ruining the moment. Our son will never forgive you if you mess this up.”

“Why is that a thing?” Randall asked Morgan.

“Haven’t had time to study it,” Morgan said. “Frankly, I don’t know if I want to know. I go with the flow now.”

“That just means you’ve given up understanding your charges.”

“There was no hope in understanding them.”

“Ah,” Randall said. “Reality’s a bitch, ain’t it?”

“What are you doing?” I asked Ryan hoarsely.

“I couldn’t do it,” he said, sounding nervous. “I couldn’t go through with it. Not now.”

“So you waited until the moment you were about to get married?”

“Uh. Yes?”

I was slightly pissed off. “Who the fuck does that?”

“Yeah,” Justin said. “Who the fuck.”

We both glared at Ryan.

He started sweating. “Well. I guess. Maybe. I did?”

“You’re an asshole,” I said.

“The biggest asshole,” Justin said.

“Gigantic asshole,” I said.

“I’m losing my heart boner,” Gary said to Tiggy.

“I know,” Ryan said.

“What the fuck?”

“I know.”

“No. Seriously. What the fuck? You were minutes away from getting married.”

“I’m aware,” he said drily. “I am standing right here, after all.”

“So much sass,” I said. “How can you be sassy right now?”

He shrugged. “Someone told me once I’m the God of Sass.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “You think you’re funny.”

“Sometimes.”

“I’m not just going to fall into your arms.”


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