I know with an immovable certainty that running away with the stick is not an option. I hate to admit that he’s right, but I would never run away with it at this stage. Betraying the trust that he’s inexplicably placed in me feels entirely out of the question – mortifying even. Imagining him walking back to this spot and seeing it empty is almost painful.
I also have an uneasy guilt creeping over me that he’s going easy on me in our agreement, and I feel like I’m starting to owe him. If this is a give and take situation, I’m the one doing the taking.
So I stand patiently with the drumstick safely in my hands and decide now is the time to let Hennie know where we’re heading.
Sorry, you won’t like this but we’re staying in his tent
It’s MASSIVE though
She replies immediately.
BRUTE!!!!!!!
I know his game
wait
WHAT is massive
This is followed by a cartoonish winking gif. Nice, Hen.
His TENT is massive
Makes sense to stay in his rather than my tiny one
Could you grab my pyjamas and bring them over? I’ll owe you my life
Hopefully O&H can guide you to their camp
I know I could detour us to my tent beforehand, but if I’m honest, my sense of direction is horrendous and locating it would probably take all night.
Also Henrietta do you really think I might have seen his dick in the last hour since I saw you
Really
‘So youdid stay.’
Elliot’s voice makes me nearly drop my phone. I whip round in alarm, pocketing it speedily.
I turn to see a warm smile illuminating his face as he takes me in. And for a moment I would like to just bask in it.
‘Well,’ I shrug. ‘I had to stick it out to see the enormo-tent.’
He presses his lips together with amusement. ‘Right. Well, I’ll be taking my side of the stick again now.’
‘Interesting choice of words.’
He silently holds out his right hand in response, waiting for me to share the drumstick with him again. With perhaps unnecessary sass, I slap the handle side of it into his palm and I swear a light in his eyes flares.
‘Thank you.’
I hold his gaze. ‘No need to thank me.’
He hums in response but stops himself. ‘Alright, to the enormo-tent we go.’
The Red camping area,unfortunately, consists of absolutely nothing but densely packed tents and pitch darkness. Darting around gazebos and jumping over strings and pegs with a baffling stranger leading the way isn’t exactly the way I imagined my night ending. I quietly walk behind Elliot, not wanting to wake anyone sleeping.
‘Careful. This tent has got an invisible string, almost,’ he whispers, pointing to a dark, thin string attached to a small tent.
