“Get a hold of yourself,” I said, smacking him on the back. “You’re the one who wanted to marry me. You’re legally required to put up with my weirdness now.” He wrapped an arm around my thighs, still bent at the waist, still shaking with laughter. He rested his head above my knee. “There was just so much of it at once.” “I suggest you get used to it.” I smoothed a hand down his back. “It will only get weirder.” “I’m sorry I walked in on you like that,” he said. I shrugged. “I’m sorry I left the doors open.” I felt him blow out a breath. “Your bucket of fries will be here any minute now.”
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