After two rounds of s*x—fresh air and no stress worked wonders for the libido—a shared shower where I helped clean off the evidence of our lovemaking with slick, soapy hands, and a long nap on the comfy bed with our limbs entwined, we got ready to join the party. Preston brought the two boxes of dessert—apple pie and brownies—we’d bought in town when we’d had lunch earlier, and I grabbed the tote bag full of craft beers from a local brewery.
Hand in hand, we wandered along the path leading to the campground, and even though we were a little late for the start of the party, we were in no hurry.
“I could stay here forever.” My chest was so full of happiness, I probably would have floated to the heavens like an untethered helium balloon if Preston hadn’t held on to me.
“Me, too, baby.”
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