“Good.” August returned to the island with the cheese and a pack of something that looked like it came from a deli. “The day you’re using the burrata, there’ll be enough to make four meals, so pour four cups of farfalle into one bag.”

Yes, Sir.

“Fuck.” I flinched awake by a jolt of pain in my neck and straightened in my seat. Where was… Oh. Goddammit, we’d fallen asleep in their home theater. The big cushy loveseat at the center was the obvious choice so we could sit together, but it wasn’t meant to sleep on. I rolled my shoulders and looked around me. Camden must’ve gone to bed at some point. How nice of the little punk not to wake us up…

Two loveseats and four chairs split into two rows left him plenty of options for our movie nights, but he usually ended up with his blanket and pillow on the floor between our feet. No matter how many times we’d told him there was space between us, Camden preferred the soft carpet.

“August.” I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and got off the loveseat with a grunt that revealed my age a little too well.

“Mm.”

“Let’s go to bed.” I leaned over him and peppered his face with soft kisses. My God, he was beautiful. I touched his cheek and felt… It couldn’t be. It was too soon. I had my head in the damn clouds. “Wake up, love.” Evidently, it didn’t stop me from calling him that.

“Mmm…” He let out a yawn and stretched out. “Lead the way.”

I dragged him up from the seat. The screen on the wall had already gone dark, so I just flicked off the dim light and guided him out of the room.

On our way up the stairs, he hugged me from behind and dropped a kiss to my neck.

I sighed contentedly and turned around once I’d reached the landing. He met me in a sweet kiss and walked me backward toward his room.

I was gonna miss his kisses. His affection.

August and Camden had brought me back to life. They’d made me thirst for a better tomorrow. For adventures and little things that shook up the everyday routine.

“It’s fucked that I miss you already, isn’t it?” My back hit the doorframe, and he deepened the kiss and pushed his tongue into my mouth. I kissed him back hungrily and started unbuttoning his jeans.

“Not that fucked, baby.” He lifted my tee, and I pulled it over my head. “My chances of seein’ you sooner increase the more desperate I get you.”

“That’s an evil plan.”

“I’m merely a man on a mission.” With that said, he slipped his hand down my pants and palmed my cock. Combined with his lips on my neck, there was no stopping the shudder that ripped through me.