Page 67 of Sass in the Grass

“So, you meant it too?”

“I said I did!”

They laughed and then, after eating, they fucked again, and it was even better the second time. He fell asleep in Dixon’s arms, and it felt right. It may have been the first time he’d ever felt right.

Chapter Seventeen

Beingkissedawakemayhave been the best alarm clock ever. Jovian rubbed his nose where Dixon had kissed it, tickling him with his mustache and beard. “Stop that,” he pled, laughing.

“Not a chance. I couldn’t help but kiss that nose. You have a very cute nose.”

“I know. It’s one of my best features.”

“So fucking cute,” he said, laughing. “Breakfast is ready, then we need to sneak back to the camp.”

“Why sneak?” he asked, scared Dixon was afraid to be seen with him.

Catching onto that, Dixon growled, “I took your hand and led you away in front of the entire camp. I just don’t think it looks good, being I’m an instructor and you’re a camper for us to spend the night together. Not that we’re fooling anyone.”

“You think they know?”

Dixon sat back against the solid wood headboard and sighed heavily. “This camp is like a small town, and every camper and member of the staff are all the ladies hanging over the back fences.”

Jovian slowly turned his head to Dixon. “Excuse me?”

“Oh. That’s something my mother used to say. Gossips, like ladies hanging over the back fence, talking about the other people in town, or in their neighborhood. Your friends know, and as good as they are, and theyaregood, I’ve always liked Mike and Kathy, and Alan’s great too. They will gossip. Sure, there is a lot to do here, but one of them is gossiping.”

“That’s…underhanded.”

“Not really. If you heard a piece of juicy gossip, you wouldn’t listen?”

“Well, of course!”

Dixon simply stared.

“Oh. Right. Okay, well, it may not be PC to date a camper, but…we’re not just fucking each other.”

“No. That…I jumped the gun. I didn’t want us to start out with sex, because, like it or not, that fades in time. I want something that could be lasting.”

Jovian knew what he was saying but got out of the bed and pulled on his pants before he lifted his chin and announced haughtily, “I’m starving to death and you offered food.”

“Right. Let’s eat and we can talk after.”

“You and all this talking. You’re much more fun when you’re grunting and groaning.”

“Oh, am I?”

Jovian took his hand once he’d made it around the bed and nodded. “I like both, for sure, but yeah, you’re fun when you’re…being all sexy like.”

Dixon pulled him along to the kitchen, and Jovian loved the room, maybe more than the rest of the house. And he loved the rest of the house.

The cabinets were lightly stained wood, the few there were, and even the counters were butcher block.

The floors were more thick planks, dark, inviting. The planks looked like bars of swirled chocolate, and they just set off the light cabinets.

More plants, and the big window over the sink had plenty of room for plants to grow. The walls were thick, the size of the logs that made up the cabin, so the sill and shelves above it held at least twenty plants. “You like plants,” he said in awe.

“In here, they’re mostly the plants I used to flavor food. In the window, all the herbs most people know, and then I’ve found a few that not many know. Wild garlic and wild onion, some angelica, horehound for medicinal purposes, others like that.”

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