Twilight: Bay City Paranormal Investigations, Book 3

moan from Dean broke through Sam’s thoughts. “Oh, man, this is amazing,” Dean declared through a mouthful of baked apples. “I swear, y’all, if we stayed here too long I’d get too fat to move.”
Sam smiled. Dean could always be counted on to lighten the mood.
“Why do you think we don’t live here all the time?” Picking up the bowl of green beans, Carl spooned more onto his plate. “Who wants seconds?”
    After dinner, Lex and Carl went to radio their reservation office, which was located in the town of Jones Mill in the valley below. Dean learned there was a Clue set in the common room and headed inside to get a game together. Most of the other guests followed him. The rest went back to their cabins, leaving Sam and Bo alone in the frigid night.
    Bo let out a contented sigh and patted his stomach. “God, I’m stuffed. That was a wonderful dinner.”
“It was.” Wandering toward the edge of the precipice where the dining hall perched, Sam gazed out at the cluster of lights marking the town. His breath puffed white in the cold. “It’s so peaceful up here. I really hope this isn’t a portal we’re dealing with.”
“Me too.” Footsteps crunched the frozen grass at Sam’s back. Bo’s chin rested on his shoulder, Bo’s hand brushing his hip for a moment before he restored the distance between them. “I’m tired, Sam. Why don’t we go back to the cabin and go to bed?”
The suggestion threading through Bo’s voice told Sam he wasn’t talking about sleeping. Following a sudden impulse, Sam took Bo’s hand and pulled him into the dense shadows under the deck outside the office. There in the darkness, Sam cradled Bo’s head in his hand and kissed him.
Bo made a needy little sound in the back of his throat. One of his hands fisted into Sam’s hair, the other clamping onto Sam’s ass. His tongue stroked soft and slick along Sam’s. Groaning, Sam clutched Bo closer, slipping a hand under his jacket and sweatshirt to find warm, bare skin.
“Oh Christ,” Bo gasped, breaking the kiss. “Sam. Not here.”
“Cabin,” Sam growled.
Nodding, Bo grabbed Sam’s wrist and dragged him toward the pathway to the cabins.
They’d just passed the bottom of the stairs to the office when a door banged open somewhere above and Dean’s voice floated down to them. “Hey, guys, y’all out here?”
Bo’s fingers tightened around Sam’s wrist. “Down here,” he called.
Dean appeared at the porch rail. He leaned over the railing, grinning. “Going to bed?”
“Yes,” Sam answered. “Good night.”
Laughing, Dean waved at them. “’Night. Try to get some actual sleep, huh? And keep it quiet!”
Shaking his head, Bo started walking again as Dean hurried back into the common room. “I swear, that man is crazy.”
“Yeah, but I think we can forgive him, since we might not be together right now if it wasn’t for him.”
Bo slid his hand down to lace his fingers through Sam’s, squeezing gently. He didn’t say anything, but Sam understood him just fine. They’d come so close to losing one another during the South Bay High investigation. Sam went to sleep each night and woke every morning desperately grateful for Bo’s presence in his life, and he knew Bo felt the same.
So what if we have to watch ourselves around other people? We’re together, and that’s what’s important. Anything else is just details.
Sam hoped he could remember that next time he saw the familiar revulsion in a stranger’s eyes.
Chapter Six
    The next morning, Sam woke feeling stiff in more places than usual. His back and shoulders ached, and his thighs protested violently at the slightest movement. Even his calves, strong and muscular from years of regular running, were sore. In fact, his whole body felt like a giant toothache.
    “When we get home, I’m joining a gym,” he declared, picking his slow, careful way down the slate steps to the dining hall for breakfast. “I’m obviously not keeping all my muscles in shape. I hurt all over.”
    Bo grinned, dark eyes full of mischief. “Hey, I did guarantee you’d be sore after I got done with you.”
“Yeah, well, those parts of me aren’t the worst of it,” Sam shot back, returning Bo’s smile. “They’re used to your abuse. It’s my legs and back that’re killing me.”
Snickering, Bo elbowed him in the ribs. “You can blame the sore thighs on me too, I believe. The chair? Remember?”
“Like I could forget. We’re definitely doing that again