Harry chuckled and turned his head up to kiss Eric shortly. "Yeah, I know. I have horrible taste," he teased quietly. He stepped back again, reluctantly putting space between them.
John growled and pushed up against her before pulling away again. He winked at her. "Given what I know of him, you probably don't want to see it, love." He kissed her once more and then walked back into the other room. "He'll be here as soon as he gets a flight. You can meet him tomorrow night." John lit up another cigarette and sprawled on the couch, dropping ash carelessly on the floor.