Marcus gripped his shoulder, anchoring himself through the kiss, holding on as Isaac broke and moved back a little. It quieted his nerves, and he didn't want to think about why. But he didn't want to let go right now, and he wasn't going to argue with getting fucked. He swallowed, jaw tight.
"I'll talk to her, but not before the bloody wedding," Marcus said slowly. "You can talk to her about us if you have to. Tell her she can talk to me if she wants."