A toast. A marriage.
He maintained his poker face. His stare revealed nothing. He winked at the boy as if it were their little joke. As if he weren't really thinking how inexperienced Harry looked for a man of twenty-two, and how he wouldn't mind tugging those trousers down in a dark pantry and giving his arse a tonguing so indecent he'd have Jame's son dripping pearls over the canned goods. He was certain that Harry was still innocent enough to never have had anyone's mouth there. Such a sweet boy.
Yes, a toast to your lovely bride, Harry.
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