At a distance from the old people, Mark and Ethan were standing, looking at the beautifully decorated place. ''When are we getting married officially?" Ethan raised an eyebrow at Mark as he leaned closer to him.
Mark winked, his unruly silver hair fell over his forehead as a gentle breeze passed by, ''Next year, promise.''
Ethan's eyes brightened, ''Are you serious?" They have been in a relationship since a long time but Mark never agreed to take the next step, as in marriage.
''Of course. My best friend is getting married. I can't lag behind. We will have to catch up to friendship goals,'' Mark laughed, not quite admitting that he was also eager to marry this man whom he really loved.
Ethan chuckled, ''I should thank her then. As long as you are mine, officially and,'' His eyes roamed over the man's body as he glanced at him meaningfully.
Mark coughed. This shameless man!
On another round table...
