They napped until ocean breezes through the open windows cooled them too much. They showered together, exploring each other’s bodies as they’d done as boys, but they were too exhausted for s*x again. He hadn’t really seen Hunter’s makeup when they’d had s*x. To his relief now only faint traces of it remained.
When they’d dressed, and Raven had loaned Hunter a college sweatshirt for warmth, he said, “We can barbecue hamburgers on one of the condominium’s community grills.”
“Sounds wonderful. I’m starved,” Hunter said as he kissed his cheek.
As Raven molded huge patties for the buns, Hunter rustled up chips, tossed salad fixings, and laid out deviled eggs Raven kept on hand pre-prepared. Iced tea was their drink of choice. Carrying their food to ground level and firing up one of the grill
