Sebastian got out of the car and groaned a little as he looked up at the entrance of the building. “You do realize the only reason I came with you here today is because you promised to take me to lunch, right?” He looked at Hunter as he made his way around the car and smiled. “You know, it’s scary to think on the things you can make me do, Clarington. So, how about we put us both out of our misery, huh?” He took his hand. “Shall we then?”
It was about the only way Sebastian knew to push down the clash of nerves that were now bouncing and stretching inside his stomach, his natural sarcasm. It was all fun, it was all sex and hot when they started, but now things were real. Scary real. It seemed like it was just yestersday, but in reality it had been years in the slowly making. And now, after setting a date, they were finally starting to make the arrangements for their wedding.
“Mr. Clarington and Smythe, I presume?” A man greeted them at the door, and Sebastian put his arm around Hunter’s waist. “You presume correctly” he said in response. “Welcome. Please follow me. I’ll start showing you what can we offer for your wedding reception.” Sebastian nodded politely as the other turned around, then leaned in and whispered in Hunter’s ear. “Are we sure we want the stiff there?”