Ash was beyond tipsy—he was drunk and bubbling with energy, his cheeks flushed as he kept grumbling loudly, "It's our wedding night, Elijah! Our wedding night!" His words were slurred, but his enthusiasm was undeniable. Elijah, sitting beside him, chuckled softly.
Ryder, with his phone out, was recording the entire thing, barely holding back his laughter. "Oh, this is gold. Ash, you're going to love this tomorrow."
Noah smirked and leaned over, warning Ryder, "You do realize he's going to kill you when he sees that, right?"
Ryder shrugged, unfazed. "It's worth it. If I die, at least it'll be for something this good."
Ash, who had now turned his attention to Elijah, leaned in with puckered lips, attempting to kiss him. But Elijah gently stopped him, holding him back with a soft laugh. "Ash, maybe not right now," he said, shaking his head. "I wonder how you're going to react in the morning when you remember all this. You'll be embarrassed."
