Ryan found this amazing, so Ted pretended he hadn’t already known, and watched with an extreme sense of satisfaction as Ryan wandered through the steel fermentation vats wide-eyed and admiring.
After several tastings, Stephane took them west, to the top of the cliff at Cap Canaille, and let them explore. They held hands and stepped carefully over the jutting limestone and around scrubby shrub until they reached the edge, looking out over the Mediterranean and Cassis, clinging to a hillside that might’ve been trying to dump the whole town into the sea.
Ryan sat, feet just at the very edge of the cliff, and gestured for Ted to join him.
Ted did so. He was ever so slightly chafed from yesterday’s exertions in the bedroom, but it was a pleasant memory to go with the ache, so he didn’t mind.
