“All I need is you, Scotty.”
He took Preston’s hand. “Good, because you definitely have me.”4
Preston opened his eyes and peered at the digital clock next to the hotel bed. A little after eight already. The weight of Scott’s arm around his waist was a comfort. He didn’t want to ever move.
“What time is it?” Scott asked, snuggling closer.
“A bit after eight.”
“The wedding is at eleven?”
He shrugged. “I’m not sure we’re going.”
Scott suddenly moved until he was lying on top of Preston. He held Preston’s face in his hands. “Babe, come on. Marilyn wants us there.”
“I don’t want to ruin her wedding.”
“We won’t. In fact, I think we’d ruin it if we didn’t go. She wants us there, and the kids want you there.”
“My parents…”
Scott sighed and kissed him. “Pres, I don’t think they will ruin the wedding either. They’re too classy to make a big scene at Marilyn’s wedding. It might be a little awkward, but I think we should go.”