Nov 19, 2021
@ctastrophe
Tom woke blinking at the sunlight filtering through the curtains. His head pounded and his mouth felt like cotton was stuffed into it. How much did he and Tate drink last night? He groaned softly rolling over to his other side with his eyes closed. He reached out feeling Tate’s arm and pulling himself towards the other. He remembered they were in Vegas. His eyes shot open remembering something they did yesterday as well. Pulling his left hand out from under the covers, there on his ring finger shone a new ring glinting in the sunlight. He looked at Tate and couldn’t help, but laugh. “Tate, wake up.” He pushed the sleeping man next to him. “You’re my husband now. You have to do what I say. Wake up!”