Pri/Erin
"There is no way that I'm doing that, Erin. You've been hanging around with Richard far too much." He swallowed the mouthful of coffee that he had nearly coughed up and glanced over to her with a half-glare, licking his lips.
When Erin pouted at him, it was all that Priyaranjan could do not to give in on the spot. But really, it was completely and utterly ridiculous to even...
"I'm telling you, I don't think it would even work. It's a logistics nightmare, and..." He trailed off to scrub a hand over his jaw. "I don't care how good you are at charms, no self-respecting sea turtle is going to let you ride on its back to the altar. It's going to kick you off of the bloody thing and into the ocean, and you know my mother's going to want you to wear a traditional Sari -- silk gets bloody heavy when it gets wet, Erin!"
"But it would be adorable."
"It's impossible!"
"You're so close-minded."
She was going to be the death of him.
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