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Click hereAlarm widened in Bonny's eyes. "Yasser!"
"What? He--"
"Hey!" Avery snapped at them. "Jesus. Cool it. How about we compromise and just kick me out of the park, huh? You guys don't need me for any more pictures, so why don't I just go get ready for the reception, and all that sweet, sweet alcohol I'm apparently going to pickle myself in?" He spread his arms again and flashed a smile he barely felt, but hell, he did have beauty queen blood, so might as well make use of it. "Look at me, the voice of compromise. Who'da thunk it."
Yasser and Bonny exchanged sharp glances, but Yasser gave him a nod.
Gotta love a wedding.
Avery muttered a curse to himself as he turned away. He sent a wayward glance over at Tiff, and when he started for the parking lot, she hurried over to walk alongside him.
"You better be joking about the dress," she teased in a mutter. "I swear to God."
Avery let out a faint, wry laugh through the slowly fading tension. "I'm not."
"I know you aren't, you hateful little creep."
- COMMENTS
brilliant, love the power imbalance, and especially the size difference between the two. keep with the good work :)