He probably said that too much. It was going to lose its impact if he kept doing that. And yet, every time he uttered those words, they came from his very soul. They were everything and nothing. There were no better words to express how much he needed Pete. How much he wanted him, adored him, worshiped him.

Vegas ran his hand up Pete's torso to lay over his chest, just above his heart. Feeling that steady rhythm set him at ease when his mind began to race, which was frequently since he'd been laid up until recently. Yes, the bath was nice, but sharing it with Pete was better. Everything was better with Pete. Vegas exhaled slowly and nuzzled his cheek against Pete's hair.

"Still can't believe we got married," he murmured, the awe evident in his voice. But so was the smile. Vegas truly expected to wake up at any time and realize it was all a dream. But he could feel the ring on Pete's finger that matched his own. How could it not be real?