The day before, they’d ventured into town for a fix of sugary coffee, and run into not-so-subtle Harry. Mick had snarled and positioned himself in front of Elliot, who’d found the whole situation hilarious and collapsed into fits of laughter.
But most of all, they’d talked and made love.
Elliot woke at dawn on the last day of Mick’s stay, but didn’t move from his spot, cocooned in his lover’s embrace. It was time to make a decision.
To be honest, it wasn’t a difficult one anymore.
Everything had felt so right these last few days, and he wanted to cry at the thought of being alone again. The mountain and the forest had regained some of its magic with Mick there, but Elliot knew it would disappear as soon as Mick left.