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AARON
Best. Vacation. Ever.
We snuggled beneath the quilt by the fire the other nights, making out like teenagers before stumbling into our tent to enjoy the hell out of each other. The one hike we took along the lake’s edge ended with him f*****g me over a fallen tree. Even the campground’s heated bathroom saw some action while we showered in lukewarm water.
When not f*****g around or eating, we fished.
But we didn’t carry on any heavy discussions, nothing deep that would possibly ruin the peaceful solitude of our escape from the world waiting for us at home.
Ezra knew my emotions toward him—I hadn’t held anything back—and I rested in the fact he carried the same emotions toward me.
Where that left us once we returned to Philly, I wasn’t sure.
I didn’t ask how he was feeling ab
