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7 – Son of the groom

I choke on a laugh made of pure nervousness. All eyes turn to me. I can’t help it, I laugh and laugh until I’m bent over, holding my knees, shaking with giggles.

It has to be a joke. One of the dirtiest ones.

The supposed figment of my imagination is, in daylight, one hell of a gorgeous man. He. Is....