Lingering Scent of Yours (Completed)

Pete: Take My Whole Love, It Belongs To You

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I never thought it was possible to love someone as much as I love Vegas.

He was complete opposite of me, talkative, sociable, always lucky to get out of a difficult situation, and at the same time funny and so full of charm that even professors succumbed to his whims. And although he was consistently surrounded by a group of friends whom he quickly introduced to me, I never felt jealousy, because I knew that his Omega was not among them.

The person I had the best contact with was his older cousin, Tankhun, who often flooded me with stories about their past. Khun was not an only child, he had two more brothers, but they were both abroad and no one knew exactly when they would decide to return, but I, although I had never met them, had the impression that I knew more about them than they did themselves, all thanks to Khun's stories.

Maybe that's why I called him first, looking for an idea about a gift that I wanted prepare for Vegas because of our second anniversary, which was getting closer by. We recently moved in together, and although it wasn't easy on financial side, I wanted to do something special for him, something that would touch his heart.

"Khun," I groaned, resting my head against the glass of the shop, "I don't know what to do anymore, Vegas has everything. What will surprise him?"

We were sitting in a small café located next to the university. Even though I had already finished my studies, Vegas was still doing additional courses to help himself in the future with his small company. Now, waiting for my man to finish his class, I looked with silent begging at Tankhun, who was spread out in front of me, dressed in the brightest jumpsuit, the color of which could only be described by pink madness, who calmly sipped his iced coffee.

"You're messing around too much, it's Vegas! You don't have to make a big deal out of it," his cousin muttered, rolling his big, brown eyes. "Cook for him naked, or I don't know, put on a housekeeper outfit and the guy will be in seventh heaven."

I snorted, inconsolable with his ideas, especially since I had already used both of them when we celebrated Vegas' birthday last year. I blushed, remembering how he had put me over his knee, asking if I was naughty. I shook my head quickly, chasing away sinful thoughts and images of his hand slapping my red butt when I admitted how bad I was. I sighed loudly when Tankhun cursed, seeing my displeasure.

"Okay! Fine! Let's think," he murmured, rubbing his fingers on the middle of his nose. "What might my stupid cousin want? In addition to sex, of course. Let me think."

"It must be something cheap, I don't have a lot of money now, and I don't want to take from him, that would be weird," I added, wanting to reduce the list that probably started to pop up in Khun's head.

"Why you don't have money?" He looked at me scoldingly, because he knew exactly why, as he always saw me pampering Vegas with new things.

All I have to do is see on display clothes that I think he will like, and I can't help but buy it. Later, Vegas does the whole performance for me, showing me what he looks like in them, and although we usually ends up in bed, I do it out of purely innocent feelings. I just really love giving him gifts.

" Recently, I have had a hard time with orders," I admitted, blushing. "My texts are probably not liked by others, so they are not buying them too often."

I grimaced slightly, because for some time now I had already felt frustration with my writing. Even though I was happy, I couldn't stop creating sad, depressive lyrics that others didn't want to sing anymore.

"Texts... Texts... Oh my God! I already know!" Tankhun shouted, and I jumped up, hearing his excited voice. "I have the best idea ever for your gift and believe me, Vegas will love it!"