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“Do I look that terrible?” Rain gave him a teasing grin.

Mason closed his mouth, swallowing, and Rain tracked a drop of water that ran down Mason’s chest, wanting to chase it with his tongue.

“You shouldn’t outshine the bride.”

“And you shouldn’t flirt with me right before we leave.” Rain gently grazed his hand against the towel, right over Mason’s crotch, smiling when he felt the hardness there.

Mason grabbed his wrist. “I can’t photograph a wedding with an erection.”

“No, you can’t, you need a camera for that,” Rain giggled, pecking Mason’s frowning lips. “Oops, I just channeled Owen!”

Turning, Rain walked into the bedroom, looking around for his new backpack, which he’d come to adore. While smaller than the old one, he could put twice as many things in it, yet it stayed empty unless he was assisting.

Finally finding it under his coat, he let out a small happy sound.

“You like the backpack.” The words were soft, as if Mason had said them to himself.

“I love it.” Returning to Mason, who had donned his usual dark slacks and dress shirt, Rain wrapped his arms around him, looking up into those enigmatic eyes. There was worship there, along with that intense obsession that was Mason’s unique love, but wasn’t all love unique? The way Owen and Liam loved each other wasn’t the way Finn and Ollie loved each other, or the way Tommy and Amanda loved each other, or even Tommy’s parents. The singular bond Rain had formed with Mason was something they could call their own. “And I loveyou, Mason.”

Tilting his head, Mason softly ran his fingers down Rain’s cheek as if he were the most precious thing in the world. “I love you too.”

MASON

“So, the flash balances the light from behind them,” Rain mused, looking at the viewscreen over Mason’s shoulder.

“Yes.” Checking the photo, Mason tweaked the TTL settings and took another picture, happy with the outcome. Shooting into windows always required more thought but Mason had figured out how to do that ages ago, so the glass ceremony room posed no problems; in fact, it was as beautiful as he’d hoped, and he knew without a doubt that Marci’s wedding photos were going to be spectacular.

Tilting the camera toward Rain, Mason flicked back and forth between the last two shots of the bridal party, showing him the difference while struggling to keep his mind on task since it kept straying back to that morning. Rain had been so open in his arms, so brave, so vulnerable, that it had shaken Mason to his core, making him want to be an even better man, even more worthy.

“I don’t know what you did but the second one is definitely better,” Rain stated, stealing another glance at Mason that told him he was feeling the same way. Without thinking, Mason raised the camera and took a quick shot of Rain’s liquid eyes, full of their sensual secrets.

Someone cleared their throat and they both jumped.

“This photography lesson is super cute but I need to get married in an hour,” Marci announced with a smile from the center of the group, smoothing her wedding gown. It was a paradigm shift to see her as a bride and Tristan as maître d’, but it worked.

While The Pointe had reopened two weeks ago with only one rule - no more bananas Foster - they’d only hosted small events and receptions, saving the glass room for Marci, and Mason could see why. It had given them quality control in order to smooth out the bumps as well as a training period for Tristan, who’d been hired immediately, much to Rain’s delight.

Off to the side and on hand, Tristan seemed as cool as a cucumber despite running this huge event. He practically radiated peace, and now that Mason had gotten to know him better, he understood how Tristan had managed to stay with Rain’s mother for almost a decade.

“Okay, Bridezilla,” Rain winked at Marci, his tone light and joking. A few of the bridal party laughed, including Liam, and Marci pretended to growl at him, holding her hands up and curling her fingers like claws. Cackling, Isaiah tossed his head back, quickly flashing his own pretend talons, and they cutely snapped at each other until they collapsed into giggles.

Refocusing, Mason captured it all, including the reactions of the bridesmaids and ushers, and his lips curled in a half grin as he heard the click of Rain’s camera backing him up.

“A perfect match!” Owen declared from his spot next to Tristan. Also in a tux, he was there to assist; he’d even helped Mason bring in some of the equipment. However, Liam couldn’t stop staring at him and needed to be reminded several times to look at the lens.

“You got that right!” Marci winked at him as Isaiah bent down to kiss her on the cheek, their height difference larger than Mason and Rain’s, and the morning’s passion snuck into Mason’s thoughts again, only leaving when he gritted his teeth and moved, distracting himself.

“So, how does it feel being the first couple to get married in the glass room?” Rain asked as Mason stopped off to the side, snapping photos.

“Honored,” Marci smiled, patting her chest over her heart and Mason caught that too. “I’m still in shock that John suggested it.”

“WhereisJohn?” Glancing around, Rain looked like he actually wanted to see the man. Mason had never met him, but after the stories he’d heard he was more than fine with staying strangers.

“South of France.” She shifted, her veil sliding off one shoulder. “He said‘I love ya, girl, but no offense, weddings are boring. I didn’t even wanna go to my own!’”

Apparently, her imitation of him was spot-on because several people burst out laughing, and Mason swung his camera around, trying to catch the happiness in the air.

“Wow, that is serious Johncore,” Ollie declared, wiping a tear from his eye as he leaned on Finn.

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