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Mateo laughed first. It started as a nervous thing, a high, surprised sound that loosened the last of the evening’s formality. He had spent all afternoon worrying his boutonnière into the exact right tilt, imagining how everything would look in photographs. Now, with a smudge of frosting on his lapel and Jason’s tie askew by an inch, he felt ridiculous and perfect all at once.

Jason hummed a note that finished Mateo’s laugh and squeezed his hand. “You keep messing with the flowers,” he said, quiet enough that only Mateo could hear. “They’re fine.” just married gays

They kissed then—brief, certain, the kind of kiss that anchored them to the present. When they parted, there was flour on both their noses from earlier attempts at cutting the cake, and Jason wiped it away with his thumb, slow enough that Mateo noticed everything: the freckles on Jason’s knuckles, the faint scar near his wrist from a childhood scrape, the way his thumb trembled when he was happy. Mateo laughed first

“Anywhere with a bookshop,” Jason answered without hesitation. “And coffee.” He tapped Mateo’s knee with his shoe. “You?” Now, with a smudge of frosting on his