Noah steered Carmine toward the one he’d chosen. A circular wooden structure with glass doors. It sat on a slight hill, overlooking a tarn in the distance.
“Are we living amongst the hobbits?” Carmine asked.
He ran forward and peered into the camping pod.
“It’s gorgeous,” he said, turning to Noah.
The excitement on his face was adorable.
“Only the best for you,” Noah replied with a wink.
“Wonder what time the others will arrive,” Carmine pondered.
“Others?”
Carmine pointed to the other pods in the field. “Our neighbours.”
Noah grabbed his hand. “We’re not having any. I booked all six for the night.”
Carmine cackled. “Wildly extravagant.”
“I got a deal,” Noah replied.
“I’m sure you did.”
Noah frowned. Did Carmine think he was cheap?
I’m careful and for good reason.
They found the little safe and Noah retrieved the key.
“Wait,” Carmine said.
“What?”
Carmine kissed him. “Thank you. This is so thoughtful.”
Noah grinned.
Inside, the wooden walls were painted a dusky pink, which paired perfectly with the oak flooring. Against one wall was adouble bed complete with throws. The log burner had already been lit with a decent supply of wood lying beside it.
“It’s gorgeous,” Carmine said, taking the time to inspect everything.
A small bathroom lay off the kitchen area.
“It’s got a shower,” Noah said.
Carmine came up and snuggled into his back. “Are you thinking of getting dirty?”
Noah spun round and wrapped his arms around Carmine.
“How about we get clean, then get dirty, then get clean all over again?”
“I like the sound of that. Get your clothes off.”
Later in the flickering orange glow from the fire, they lay in each other’s arms. The wind whipped through the trees lining the field. It didn’t matter. They were so cosy the outside world could be a million miles away.
“This is amazing,” Carmine said. “I needed a break so badly.”
