"so what kind of cake do you want?" Carson asked while flipping through a wedding magazine and lying on the couple’s bed with Harris lying on his chest and playing with the red heads happy trail hairs.
"I don't care" Harris kissed Carson's stomach and slid his hands under his lovers light gray shirt.
"Harris" Carson snickered, "we have to decide, we set the date for two months from now"
"You choose, I like all sweet things but you're picky" Harris smiled and blew a small cheeky raspberry on Carson's skin teasing him about the picky thing.
"I am not picky" Carson pouted, "I just know what I like".
"You took two weeks to choose the drapes for the new house honey" Harris smiled.
"Oh, Jesus we have to move this weekend, don't we?" Carson rolled his head back, "so much to do".
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