The heat of the kiss grew until their bodies were pressed together, hands roaming, and the flames lapped at Archer’s insides.

Caleb tugged Archer’s towel loose. “Do you want to stay back here tonight?” he whispered.

Archer pulled Caleb’s muscular body tighter against his. “Yeah.”

“Good,” Caleb said, teeth scraping at Archer’s neck, then lips trailing down his chest. “I haven’t given you the rest of your present yet.”

12 Late

Archer woke up Wednesday morning wrapped around Caleb. The heat of his body and the sleepy scent of his sweat sent tendrils of warmth winding through his center. Memories of the night came back to him in snatches of curled toes and grasping hands, and the smoldering embers inside him sparked back to life. He glanced at the other beds to make sure there was still no sign of Beau and Ben. It seemed they had very kindly vacated the room for the night.

Archer smiled when he saw Caleb blinking at him with heavy eyes.

“Morning,” Caleb mumbled. He brushed his lips over Archer’s jaw.

“Morning.” Archer pulled the blanket up around them.

“How are you?” Caleb asked, tracing his fingers over Archer’s chest.

“Really good.”

“Oh, yeah? I can tell.” Caleb’s hand slid between Archer’s legs and took hold of him with a firm grasp.

Archer laughed. “Hold that thought.” He slipped out of bed, pulled on some random clothes, and hurried to the bathroom to relieve himself and brush his teeth, Caleb following. Then they raced back, giggling and tossing their clothes before they tumbled into the bed and began engaging in a repeat performance of the night before.

A while later, the day now fully underway and his stomach growling, Archer sat up and stretched. “Come on. We’re going to miss lunch, too.”

“Noooo…” Caleb pulled Archer back under the covers. “Stay with me.”

“I’m so hungry,” Archer moaned, his stomach rumbling in agreement.

“Shhh.” Caleb reached for the gift shop bag on the bedside table and dug into it. “Here you go!” He handed Archer a chocolate bar.

Archer furrowed his brow and frowned with mock seriousness. “I’m afraid that’s not going to cut it.”

“Okay, hear me out,” Caleb laughed. “Eat this now, cuddle with me for, like, ten, fifteen—twenty more minutes, then we’ll go grab a picnic and take it out in a boat. Yeah?”

“Hmm.” It was a romantic idea, Archer had to admit, and Caleb’s eyes were so big and beautiful when he was trying to be convincing. “Deal.”

“Yesss.” Caleb ripped open the chocolate bar and offered it to Archer, who took a big bite and then snuggled up with a contented sigh.

They cuddled and swapped chocolatey kisses until there was no more avoiding it. “Okay,” Archer groaned. “I’m still hungry, and it’s been thirty minutes.”

“Fine,” Caleb pouted. “Only because your stomach is growling so loud.”