On the path in front of him, Kurt stopped in his tracks and Victor’s feet slid on the dew-damp grass as he tried to do the same.  He cursed as he ran into the man in front of him, his hands curling around the thick biceps to get his balance. “Damn,” Kurt whispered, his tone almost reverent. You aren’t kidding, Victor thought. Just being in such close proximity made his head spin. “I didn’t know it would be like that. Your photos are going to be amazing.” Victor chuckled inter