Till Summer Do Us Part(41)

And I swear to you, as we stand there, clapping and clapping and fucking clapping, I realize one thing: this is seriously going to be the most interesting eight days of my entire life.





The sound of our shoes crunching against the dirt path is the only noise between the two of us as we make our way back to our cabin.

We left the dining hall in a state of shock. Can you blame us though? My mind is still reeling from the performance, and after they were done with the intro, they made us introduce ourselves—which made Scottie nearly dissolve onstage. Then they slid in a giant whiteboard, and like Phil Jackson in the early nineties, they mapped out the keys to a successful marriage.

It was entertaining.

Confusing.

Slightly inappropriate when Sanders made the X keep humping the O over and over again.

And then at the end, they made us all stand, put our hands in, and then shout “Camp Haven” together as a dismissal.

Now that we’re walking back to our cabin, only the pathway lights illuminating the way, I can’t quite get a gauge on how Scottie feels.

When we reach our cabin, I ask, “Should we check the mailbox?”

“Oh right, I almost forgot about that,” she says, looking like she’s in a daze. “Yeah, go ahead.”

I open the mailbox and find a red envelope. Intrigued, I pull it out and study the front.

“Mr. and Mrs. Price.” I smile at her. “I took your last name.”

She rolls her eyes and snags the envelope from me. “Just open the cabin door.”

Chuckling, I unlock the door, switch on the light, and walk in, only to come to a complete stop.

Scottie runs right into me, and I feel her bounce back as she says, “What are you doing?”

“Uh, someone’s been in our room.”

“What do you mean?”

I move to the side, and she steps in as well. I watch her take it in, eyes wide, mouth slightly ajar.

This is not how we left it.

The dresser is once again stocked full of lube, dildos, and cock rings. The erotic pictures that we took down are again hanging on the wall, and the handcuffs on the bed have been put back in place.

Holy shit.

I start laughing while Scottie scours the room with a look of disgust. “They can’t be serious with this.”

I shut the door behind me and take off my shoes.

“I mean, do they really think this is a relaxing aesthetic?” She gestures to a vibrator on the dresser. “This is intimidating.”

“You say that as if you’ve never played around with toys.”

She purses her lips and turns away.

“Wait,” I say, walking up to her. “Is that true? Have you never played around with toys?”

“You know, it’s getting late. I think we need to get to bed if we have any chance of being on top of our game tomorrow.”

“Oh no, you don’t,” I say, tugging on her arm to turn her toward me. “You can’t change the subject like that.”

“I’m not changing the subject. I’m stating facts. We’ve had a long, confusing day full of erotic toys, face-planting, basketball analogies, and unnecessary twerking. I think it’s best that we get some sleep so we’re refreshed for the morning.”

I run my hand over my jaw. “The twerking was weird.”

“All of it was weird, Wilder,” she says. “Every last bit of this is weird.” She gestures around the room. “This room is weird. The people are weird. The theme of this entire camp is weird. It feels like we’ve dipped into a seventh circle of couples’ hell on the verge of a basketball-themed orgy, and I’m just trying to keep my head afloat.”

“Why?” I ask as I wiggle my eyebrows. “You don’t want to become one of them?”

“I don’t even know what that means, but no, I don’t.”

“Shame, as it seems like they have fun,” I say as I pick up a vibrator, still in its packaging. “These are a real good time.”

She lifts her chin. “Well, good for them.” She clears her throat. “I’m going to take a shower, and then I plan on sleeping on the right side of the bed if that’s okay with you.”

“That’s fine,” I say. “Want me to put up a wall of pillows, you know, for your own personal space?”

She nods. “That would be appreciated.”

Then she grabs some clothes and heads into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

I grin to myself while I grab some clothes of my own. I wish I had my phone, because I would be texting Derek all kinds of things right now. Instead, I sit down on the bed, lean back on my hands, and stare at the nipple picture on the wall.

It’s a great nipple.





“Are you comfortable?” I ask Scottie as she shifts on the bed, tugging on the blankets.

“Yes, sorry. I think… I think the pillow barricade is a little much?”

I lift up so I can look over the stack of three pillows. “Really? I thought it was fortress-like. Would take a lot for one of us to cross the moat.”

“Yes, very well built,” she says. “But it’s pulling on the blankets, and I don’t want to be cold at night.”

“Yeah, that makes sense. So do you want me to take down the pillows?”