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Across the aisle, her parents—stern-faced, salt-and-pepper Korean conservatives—froze when Sarah, Marcus, Jeff, and Adam took their seats.
The mother's lips thinned at the sight of Jeff's hand resting on Sarah's thigh, Adam's fingers laced with hers.
The reception was worse.
"Four of you?" Eli's father-in-law hissed over whiskey, knuckles white around his glass.
"That's—"
"Traditional in our family,"Jeff drawled, refilling the man's drink with a smirk. He leaned in, voice dropping.
"Fun, too." By midnight, the man was slack-jawed between Marcus's thighs, his wife moaning into Sarah's mouth as Adam worked her silk qipao up her hips.