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She places her hand in Isabelle’s and allowed the blonde to draw her down beside them. “She’s right, handsome,” she said, reaching out and stroking his cheek with the back of her hand. “Just let us be good to you. What else would you have us do? Ignore you?” She leaned up, pressing a kiss to his temple. “We could never.” He looked miserable, and she felt bad for him. “And don’t you worry about getting us sick. We’re women, we’ll live.”
She crawls onto the couch, lifts his legs onto her lap, and tugs the throw blanket off of the back of the couch. “Just humor us, okay? Let us spoil you for a bit and then, when we do get this plague you have, you can take care of us both, hmm?” She reached over and tucks the blanket in around him. “Don’t tell me you’re not enjoying yourself right now, Mr. King,” she teases. “Two beautiful women, who usually are all over each other, now only have eyes for you. And will probably come to bed with you when you want to take a nap. Feed you, get you drinks, whatever you want.” She placed her hand over his and gives it a squeeze. “So, how about it, hmm?”