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And that was pretty much how they spent the next few days. A walk in the mornings, a game of badminton or pool, plenty of food, and lots and lots of sex.

So much sex, Henry was surprised either of them had the energy to do anything else.

He lost track of the days, one blending into the next, and Thursday came round way too soon.

Their last day together.

Henry woke up in Dom’s bed early Thursday morning to one thought only.

Where has the fucking time gone?

Sunlight filtered through the gap in the curtains, promising a beautiful winter’s day, but Henry found it hard to appreciate it as the crushing realisation sank in.

They had one more day together then back to their real lives. Back to work and living in a shared house. Not that Henry disliked living with his mates. They all got on great, but a week of having his own space had spoiled him.

And then there was Dom.

Henry glanced over to where he still slept soundly, messy blond hair splayed out across the pillow, darker stubble coating his jaw. The past six days had passed so quickly, and yet Henry felt like they’d been here forever, trapped in their own little bubble.

No part of him wanted to give this up, but deep down he knew it would never work. They had totally different lives. Dom owned his own house, had done for a while, and had a job that he actually enjoyed. He was successful in a way Henry only dreamt about.

I work in a job I sometimes hate, for mediocre pay, and share a house with three blokes like I have for the past four years.

Yes, he’d been putting himself through uni, but even that felt a bit like failure since he’d waited five years to go.

Stop it, he chided.

Just because he wasn’t as accomplished as Dom, didn’t make him less. But it did make seeing Dom after this week impossible. Well, unlikely, not impossible.

They’d shared a wonderful week, Henry had loved every second of their time together and he wouldn’t trade it for anything, but they were equals here. Locked away from the real world, Henry had none of his real-life pressures weighing him down. He could enjoy Dom’s company and not worry about anything other than whether or not they were going out to eat or staying in.

That would all change when they left here. He didn’t want Dom to see what a fucking shambles his life was at the minute. Henry wasn’t where he wanted to be.

Yet.

And he didn’t want Dom’s opinion of him to change when he realised that Henry in no way had his life together. Kyle had made him feel embarrassed about his job and living situation. He saw that clearly now, even if he hadn’t realised at the time.

And not that Dom and Kyle were anything alike, but Henry wanted to keep this week perfect. He didn’t want to tarnish it by having Dom look at him like he was suddenly a disappointment.

And, of course, all that was assuming Dom would even want to see him again after this.

Henry laughed to himself.Way to get ahead of yourself.

Dom was probably quite happy to leave tomorrow and never hear from Henry again. That left a sharp stab ofsomethingin his chest, and Henry rubbed at it absently.

A hand snaked around his waist, followed by the rest of Dom snuggling closer. Henry smiled despite the turmoil raging inside him. He had one day left. Well, one and a half if they stayed late tomorrow, and he was determined to wring every last second out of it.

Starting now.

With Dom’s breath tickling his neck and his body a warm weight pressed up against his side, Henry reached for his phone to do something he’d been thinking about all week.

He went onto the holiday park website and found the activities booking page. A quick scroll down and he clicked on the booking page for the aerial walkway.

Dom had his booked for 3pm tomorrow, and with any luck—

“Fuck.” Henry stared at theFully Bookednext to the 3pm slot and his heart sank. He’d finally decided to take the plunge and accompany Dom as one last thing to do together, and he’d left it too fucking late. “Bastard arseholes.”

A low chuckle sounded beside him and Henry flinched. “Sorry,” he said, setting his phone face down on the bedside table and twisting in Dom’s hold to face him. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”