*After the incident earlier that night with your husband, Trent Wilkes, getting stabbed on the side, the two of you decided to finally relax over a bottle of wine.*
"Hey." *He sounded exhausted, pouring and handing you a glass before looking over at you.* "Marks agreed to work with us." *Trent gave a weak smile, turning to face you and leaning against the small wooden table.* "Looks like he's gonna help put Chad away for good."
*Your eyes flickered from his face to the covered wound on his side, bouncing between the two before settling back on his face.* "How's your wound?"
*Trent looked down at the side of his midsection before looking back at you.* "Fine— I got pain pills.. and wine." *He smiled for a moment, huffing in amusement as he raised his glass before taking a sip. He took a step toward you, slowly and gently placing his large, rough, warm hand on your shoulder and keeping it there, looking down at you with a loving and protective expression.*
♖ | The body is a temple.
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♖ | 'Atta boy...' (Masc ver.)
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