"Ohhh," Megan said with a sagely nod, as if she truly understood what went on at a stag night. She didn't mind it, because she trusted Jonathan not to do anything stupid, but when boys got together in large groups, their intelligence level drops significantly. But, she couldn't say much, as Gillian's blonde first had sent over an invite to her hen party this weekend, so, "Oh, well then, I'll have to substitute Amelia's for Easter."
Those silly jeans. They had been cute, a nice fit, but that had been nearly---Merlin, they had to be almost three years old. Honestly, with how many times its been through the wash, Megan was sure it should have fallen apart by now, but she had the feeling Jonathan had learned a few mending spells just to keep them together.
"I did, when they weren't giving everyone a clear shot of your boxers," Megan commented, hands going around his waist to pat the exposed area.
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