Fuck, she’s pretty. I told her only the facts last night. She’s absolutely gorgeous. But I didn’t tell her that it’s made me wonder if she thinks the same about me. That I’ve wondered if she likes me despite my lack of future ambition. That I’ve wondered if she’d ever consider dating me for real, even though I’m confused as all hell if I really want that. She’s slowly turning me inside out and upside down, and it’s been a long time since I’ve felt that way. If ever.

“I’ve never seen someone exit a tent so fast before.”

Because you were about to find my dick thrusting in your palm, and I wasn’t about to have that.

“Yeah, guess the open air makes me really need to pee,” I say as I pull on the back of my neck.

She chuckles, rinses her mouth, and then says, “Do you think they’re going to come get us this morning?”

“Unsure,” I answer as I pick up my toothbrush as well as a bottle of water and start brushing too.

“Was there breakfast food in the bin?”

I shake my head and then spit my toothpaste out. “Not that I saw.”

“Which means they’re probably going to get us this morning.” She glances at the tent. “Do you think we should take that thing down?”

I finish up with my teeth and then rinse my mouth before answering. “It would be my pleasure to take it down. I’d enjoy nothing more.”

Then together, we start pulling it out of the ground and unsnapping the poles.

“How did you sleep?” I ask her after a few seconds of us silently working together.

She looks over at me, the sun hitting her in this way that makes her look almost…angelic. For a moment, I get lost in the way she can be so effortlessly beautiful in the morning. Her hair rumpled, her cheeks pink, her eyes sleepy but also alert. Christ. Imagine if she woke up like that, but I was looking down at her still wrapped up in my arms?

I can tell you one thing for sure—we would not be taking the tent down.

“I slept pretty good, actually,” she says as she breaks down the poles and gathers them together. “You’re good at snuggling.”

“Now there’s a compliment. Besides my strong chin, I’m a good snuggler—something to keep in mind.”

“Maybe something to put on the dating profile.”

“If I ever joined one of those apps, I would.”

“You haven’t been on them?” she asks, sounding surprised as the tent falls all the way to the ground.