I have made it clear a bunch of times that I'd wreck your wedding if given the chance.

Can you blame--

[he pauses, and lifts his arms to make it easier to pull off his shirt.

which. it's fucking cold, so that gets an immediate reaction, pulling him closer to her. or rather, his hands fisting in her shirt, and then pulling the cloth apart.

he'll fix it later.]

-- me for being skeptical?