"That goes without saying," he quipped. He fished with the towel and tossed it aside to get Pete's robe and help him into it. Once it was wrapped around him, Vegas helped him up to close it and then guided him back to the wheelchair. That damn thing was going to get some mileage at this rate!
When Pete was seated, Vegas caressed his face gently. "I'm gonna be good to you, Pete."
Settling into the wheelchair, he looked up at Vegas. Those words were so much than a simple sentence and he knew that. His husband was making a promise to him. One he appreciated as he leaned his hand into the touch, closing his eyes to savor it.
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When Pete was seated, Vegas caressed his face gently. "I'm gonna be good to you, Pete."
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"I know. You'll take good care of me."
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