"Sorry, darling. I didn't mean to upset you," he said, chuckling. Callum rested his head on Charlie's shoulder for a moment, sighing. "I could never do that to you and I wouldn't want to risk incurring your wrath. I know how possessive you are."
Callum pondered the statement for a moment. "Well, your brother thought that you were the bride, so you would take my last name, but I suppose we could discuss it," he said, keeping a straight face, and then sighing again. "You know, I'm only coming with you, because I don't want to give you up. I love you too much."
He finally laughed. "Yes, I don't know how we planned to keep it secret. You practically can't keep your hands off of me out there, pawning me, kissing me. So obvious all the times."