“And you don’t touch her until the wedding night,” Michael told him. Aydin’s eyes shot up, his spine steeling. “What?” They all remained silent, standing their ground. Oh, boy. “I’ve never even kissed her,” Aydin gritted out. “I want to hold her. I want to—” “When you’re her husband,” Michael clarified. I pursed my lips to keep from laughing. They were adorable. Aydin seethed, and I could tell this would be a far different story if it were just him and Michael. “Fine,” he finally replied. He started to move around Michael, but Damon spoke up. “And one more thing.” Aydin stopped. “Jesus, what?”
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