That’s a fair assessment of the situation. I would think that there would be multiple beds in here. Is it more likely that individuals get trapped out here, and not two or three people at a time?
The answer doesn’t matter. I climb in beside him and pull the blankets up. We’re shoulder to shoulder. Legs pressed against each other.
“I feel like a sardine,” he says, and I laugh.
“At least it’s warm in here. And dry.”
“Oh, definitely. I can’t even imagine how we’d make it through the night without this place.”
“There are a couple ponchos and some rope in the emergency bag. We’d make the best shelter we could and keep a fire burning all night. So, not much different from this, though at least in here, we’re comfortable enough that we’ll probably both be able to sleep.”
“You’ve spent far more time outside than I have,” Dana says. “That’s incredibly obvious. In an apocalypse, I’d die.”
I snort. “I’d die too. I don’t hunt or forage. I have no idea how to clean and gut a fish. I’d die of starvation.”
“That’s still better than I’d make out. That’s why this is fun. It’s something incredibly new and different. Exciting. I admit I was a little afraid on several occasions because it’s nothing I’ve done before, and the entire thing can feel intimidating. But you’re here and guiding me, assuring me. Your confidence helps a lot. Even in the storm, this is fun.”
A smile rests lazily on my lips. “I’m glad you’re having fun. That had been the idea when I planned for this date. I’m also glad I’m able to fool you into thinking I’m confident.”
He huffs. “Oh, stop. You exude confidence every time I see you, Peyton. That’s probably why I’ve always been so drawn to you.”
I turn my head to look at him. His profile is in shadow, so I can’t quite see his expression. What I can see is that he’s studiously staring at the ceiling with his lower lip between his teeth.
“You have been, huh?”
His huff is louder now. “In case you didn’t get the memo, this kind of thing—outdoorsy—isn’t something I’m familiar with. I didn’t bid on the date for the date itself.”
I wait for him to continue. I want to hear his words. I want him to say them.
Eventually, he does in a whisper. “I bid on you because I’m too chicken to actually ask you out myself.”
I lick my lips. I let his words hang between us for a minute before I roll to my side so I can better see his face. This puts me at a better angle to do so, but I also block more of the little bit of light from the lantern.
“You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?” he mutters, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Yes.” I’m not sure what else he has to say, but I want to hear it.
“I’ve had a crush on you all year,” he admits. “You seem rather oblivious to it.”
“I was oblivious to it,” I agree. “But maybe more so because I’ve… wasted a lot of time crushing on someone who was never going to give me the time of day to notice anyone else around me.”
“Their loss,” he whispers.
“Look at me.” He does so, and I don’t need to see him clearly to know that his cheeks are pink. I don’t get any words out. Dana hooks his hand around the back of my neck and pulls my mouth to his.
I don’t hesitate to kiss him. To taste him. I rest my hand on his ribs and around his side. He rolls into me, bringing our bodies further together.
It’s been a really long time since I’ve made out like a teenager. Probably since I was a teenager. But we spend a lot of time kissing. Hands moving around each other’s bodies, touching and exploring.
At first, it’s pretty PG-13. But it doesn’t take long for the atmosphere and proximity to change that to an R rating. Especially when I find that Dana has a lot of confidence like this. He’s shy when we’re talking, but he’s not shy when it comes to kissing. Touching.
His hand circles around my ass, hauling me against him. His dick presses against mine and I groan deeply. His kiss becomes more insistent. Commanding.
“Peyton,” he grunts, his hips grinding against mine.
“I want to suck you,” I say.
He moans, nodding. I shove him away and get on my back, moving into the middle of the bed. “Sit on my face.”
