“If you’re going to be this attached to me for the rest of the weekend, you might as well start being nicer to me.” His strong back flexes as he walks ahead of me. I shine the light on the path in front of him, but I can’t help stealing glances at the way his back tightens and relaxes as he walks.
“I am nice to you. As nice as I canbeanyway.”
“Oh, I think you could be nicer,” he says. I open the back door of his truck so he can slide the cooler onto the seat. “Waynicer.” He adds.
I smirk, shining the light back in his face. It’s so funny watching him wince under the bright light. “Now you’re just asking for too much.” I bite my lower lip.
His eyes adjust quickly, and I catch them flickering down to my lips. He clearly has some fascination with my piercings. Just imagine if he knew about all of them.
I wonder how fascinated he’d be then.
Mr. Nice Guy.
Mr. Goodie-two-shoes.
“What are you smirking at?” he mutters, eyes narrowed on my face. He bats the light out of his face.
“Nothin’,” I shrug, turning to walk back to the tent. “So, we snuggling tonight or what?”
I unzip the tent and slide my way inside. Shuffling over, I give him enough space to climb in.
“No, this sleeping bag should be big enough for both of us. If not…youcan slip out.”
I roll my eyes.
“What? You were the one who forgot everything.” He fluffs his pillow and slides over just enough that I have a sliver of a corner.
I huff. He’s right. I was the idiot who forgot basically everything that would’ve made sense in this scenario. Honestly, I guess there was a part of me that assumed he would’ve just turned around and took me home.
I watch him crawl back into his sleeping bag as I work on stripping off my shirt and tugging on my pajama bottoms. I do that part quickly, trying not to flash him my bare ass.
Making my way into the sleeping bag, I slip inside before turning off the flashlight and laying it beside me.
Yeah, it’s tight in here. A two person sleeping bag is obviously a sleeping bag meant for couples. I can feeleverything.His arm, hot against mine. The brush of his thigh, jeans rough against my bottoms. Every little shift is like a jolt straight to my gut. He’s not even touching me on purpose, and I’m already overthinking every breath. God, this sleeping bag is way too fucking small. I doubt I’ll be able to fall asleep in this thing.
Judging by his scattered breathing and the fact that he hasn’t moved a muscle since I crawled in, I can tell he’s probably feeling the same way I am.
“It’s so quiet in here,” I whisper, barely above a breath.
As though he’s been waiting for me to say something, he quickly turns, grabs his phone, and presses play on the small speaker that’s sitting right outside the tent. I can hear soft music playing again, thankfully filling the silence.
“Perfect,” I sigh. “I can’t hear Jason’s footsteps coming for me anymore.” I snuggle deeper into the sleeping bag.
I can feel a soft chuckle beside me, which makes me smile. I can’t see it, but I can feel the soft chuckle grow into a firm shake of his shoulders.
“You think I’m crazy, but I’m not—”
He turns on his side to face me. “Shut up,” he laughs softly, pressing his palm against my lips. I pull on his hand, but it’s no use; his arm doesn’t budge. He handles me so easily, like it’s the simplest thing he’s ever done. Like, he can just…move me in the way he wants, and my body has no choice but to give in. He’s fucking strong. And warm. And smells like cedar and campfire. I shouldn’t be thinking about that. But I do.Fuck,I do.
Finally, he moves his hand off my mouth, and I try to shake off the strange disappointment I feel. Thankfully, he doesn’t turn away. Instead, his arm slides over my chest, his chin resting just above my head, keeping me close.
“You’ve seen all the movies then?” he says.
“I’ve seen all the movies.” I nod, my hand resting on his arm. He makes no attempt at moving, so I don’t either. The closeness he’s providing is actually really soothing. It’s almost like all the fear I was experiencing moments ago has completely melted away. I’m surprisingly not ashamed to admit that.
“No wonder you were so scared.” He breathes out softly.
“You would be too if you watched Jason chainsaw into—”
