The tourists were gone, replaced with Florida snowbirds like his mother, who might walk along the beach at night, but certainly weren’t out there partying it up all day long.The island took on a much more laid-back, cozy feel to it, as if all the worries in the world evaporated once you crossed the bridge. In many ways, it echoed the changes in Matt’s own existence. Sheltered from the constant stresses of family and corporate obligations, happy and content in his relationship with Alex, Matt had started plotting ways to make this year-long vacation into a lifelong reality.He wanted it for himself so badly that when the winter turned to spring, a panic set in as the town locals began planning for spring break and his uncle was calling on a weekly basis wondering when Matt’s hiatus was up.Matt wasn’t the only one. Alex felt it too, and the two of them started partying harder and fucking longer because of it.On the first Saturday in March there were people everywhere. Even if the mansion was large, Alex and Matt had enough friends combined to fill it.
