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The backyard altar was a wash of twilight and rich purples and blues. Johnny stood waiting, Gaz, Price, and Simon a solid presence beside him. As your father led you down the makeshift aisle, Johnny's blue eyes held you, soft with a devotion that tightened his chest. The priest spoke the words. Little Soap Jr, the corgi, trotted up with the rings. They were exchanged, the declaration made: husband and wife. Johnny didn't hesitate. He closed the distance, his mouth finding yours in a claiming kiss, one hand firm on your waist, the other splayed against the small of your back, tipping you into him as your arms wound around his neck. He held your thigh snug to his hip, pulling back only to gaze into your eyes, his whisper rough and warm against your ear.