Chapter 77
He bounced on the balls of his feet and swung his arms around, trying to get rid of some excess excitement. When it didn’t work, he hummed a melody and practiced a few dance steps. He chuckled as he caught sight of himself in the full-length mirror.
“Probably won’t be necessary anyway.”
Knowing Luca, their first dance as husbands would be anything but formal. Luca would most likely grab him by the ass and plaster himself against Gus. He’d stick his tongue down Gus’s throat while shuffling their feet across the dance floor in an attempt to make it look like a dance and not just a make-out session. Not that Gus would mind—he took every chance to be close to Luca. He didn’t care if his mother and coworkers were there to watch. It was his wedding day, and if he wanted to make out with his husband, he would.