I need to find an exit before things escalate, so I remove my hand, her hard nipple scraping against my palm—my mind whirling with what could have been—and then I move to my back so I can climb out of the sleeping bag, but to my dismay, she rolls with me and presses her face to my chest, her hand falling to my stomach.

I still and look down, unable to see anything but the sleeping bag, but I’m sure as hell feeling a bunch of things.

“Mmm, yes,” she says, her hand sliding down my stomach and right to the waistband of my shorts.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Sweat breaks out on my skin as her fingers play with my lower abs, circling, scraping, teasing my waist to the point that I’m now hard as stone, my cock aching.

I need to shimmy out of here.

I reach to the side of the sleeping bag, looking for the zipper, but I’m having a hard time locating it while her hand inches closer and closer until…

“Fuck,” I hiss as her hand slides over my erection.

I turn away, find the zipper, and then roll right out of the sleeping bag, startling her awake from the jostling.

“Everything…everything okay?” she asks.

“Bathroom!” I shout as I crawl toward the exit of the tent. “I have to go to the bathroom.”

I make quick work of the door, take off out of the tent, and run behind one of the large trees, where I lean against it and breathe heavily, glancing down at my fucking dick poking against my shorts.

I drag my hand over my face and blow out a heavy breath.

Okay, that was…that was not supposed to happen.

And yet it did.

And for the brief moment that it did happen, I fucking liked it.

Yup, I liked it. And I wouldn’t mind if it happened again.

But that’s not what I’m here for. I’m not here to hook up with my brother’s best friend. I’m here to…to…to what?

Make her feel better?

Help her through a difficult time?

Work on my own bullshit that I carry around in my head?

Let’s not go there.

I take a few deep breaths, and after what feels like an eternity, everything returns to normal. I pee quickly, and then I head back to the tent, where I find Scottie outside brushing her teeth. When her eyes meet mine, they softly smile.