Grayson: An MM Friends To Lovers Romance

“Oh, the glass is solar powered. Once the sun starts to go down, the windows turn to shade, which is why we have these—” The man motioned to two lanterns out front on either side of the dome, which were not lit. “Wouldn’t want our guests getting lost in the woods in the middle of the night.” He chuckled.

“Right,” Henry said with a sigh.

“Each dome has its own hotspots with ample WiFi, and is equipped with all the amenities of home. There’s four outlets, two on either side of the bed, plus two extra outlets in the kitchen, which includes an espresso machine and a microwave.”

“This is not camping,” Henry uttered as he stepped inside, looking up at the glass ceiling in awe.

“That’s right, sir. This is glamping.”

“You got that right,” I said as I strolled in, setting my suitcase down on the left side of the bed. I watched as Henry slowly walked around, touching the sleek surface of the dressers and countertops like they were made of gold.

“I’ll give you time to get settled. The itineraries will be delivered each morning of your stay with the lists of pre-booked activities. Meal times will be in the courtyard, which is about a ten minute walk from your dome. Since you are a party, this section of the woods is reserved and private to just you and your party. Should you wish to make your way back to the hotel, you can call for transport, or it is about a twenty minute hike downhill to the resort itself.”

I nodded as the attendant backed away, leaving through the door.

“If you need anything, and I do mean anything,” he said, his gaze flashing to Henry with warmth, “My name is Cam, and I’m only a phone call away,” he said, pointing to the in-dome telephone on my nightstand.

“Thank you, Cam, that’ll be all,” I said dryly as I dismissed him.

When the door closed, I turned to see Henry already unpacking, his suitcase sprawled across the sleek, shiny wooden floor.

“Henry,” I said as I approached him cautiously.

He looked up, his face devoid of any emotion. “Yeah?” he grunted.

“I know we haven’t…” I started, feeling at a loss for how to express what I wanted to say.

It seemed the moment I came near Henry, I lost all my faculties.

But I needed to try, if only because I didn’t want the weekend to be awkward.

Or the wedding.

A truce needed to be called.

“I think… we may have gotten off on the wrong foot,” I said.

Henry sighed as he set his clothes out neatly on the bed in careful, organized piles.

“Grayson… we don’t… we don’t have to do this.”

“Yes, we do,” I said firmly. “I know I haven’t given you the best impression of myself. I’m just… this wedding has me coming undone at the seams,” I said as I set to unpacking my things on the opposite side of the bed.

We both worked in tandem.

“Aren’t weddings supposed to bring people joy?” he asked sarcastically.

I smirked. “Apparently for some, it breeds stress.”

“And you are part of the one percent that gets stressed out by weddings?” he asked, turning to arrange his clothes in the dresser. I watched as he did so, noting the slender curve of his arm, the way his shirt rose just enough to show a sliver of skin.

My cock sprang to attention, and I groaned in defeat.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

But what other choice did we have?

The last thing I wanted was for my sister to start out her weekend on a sour note and be miserable the entire time.