“Wow,” Philip says, as they walk into the cabin. It has nice plush looking couches facing a fire place, a little fridge and counter, a small dining table, a bathroom adjacent to the living room. And as they keep walking they move into the bedroom, which is better than the pictures made it out to be. There’s a huge, king-sized four poster bed, and a bathroom with a big tub inside.
“This doesn’t look like it’s been here for a million years,” Lukas says, putting his suitcase down on the ground beside the bed.
“Definitely gone through some renovations,” Philip says, putting his bag down too and adjusting his jacket around his shoulders. “You think this is where you guys stayed when you came here?”
“No idea,” Lukas says, shrugging. “I don’t think he’d put us in the same cabin, I don’t think he’d want it to be…that similar.”
Philip smiles, walking over and wrapping his arms around Lukas’s middle. He leans in, nosing at Lukas’s jawline and pressing soft kisses there. “So we’re on our honeymoon,” he whispers.
“Yup,” Lukas says, kissing Philip’s cheek. “Maybe we can relax tonight before we die in the next few days.”
Philip smacks him in the stomach. “The drama, with you,” he says, leaning back and grinning.
Lukas loves when he smiles like that. He knows they’re alone most of the time, save for the dogs, but here, even though there are tourists everywhere and they saw a bunch of them in the lobby, he feels like they’re really, really alone. Like the world is narrowed down to them and the Grand Canyon—he loves his dad and Helen and Gabe and maybe even Sarah sometimes, but the idea of staying here forever with Philip feels like a beautiful prospect.
It’d be perfect if they had a TV.
touchstone by andromedagalaxy, the final installment in the college verse series