I took a moment to enjoy the view as one of them, a heavily-muscled guy with brown hair and a light beard, caught me staring. Instead of saying anything, he gave me a bright smile and waved, his forearm rippling with muscle and, if my eyes weren’t deceiving me… a ‘devil horns’ rock and roll tattoo flashing on the underside of his forearm.
Camping had just got a lot more appealing, and the fact that I’d been blown off by my bestie suddenly didn’t sting as much.
Maybe I should stick around a while. After all, the drive up the mountain had been long and tiring.
I waved and smiled.
I had plenty of food. It wasn’t like I was going to go hungry.
No, it was another kind of hunger that might keep me at my campsite. And the three studs next door definitely looked like the kind of meal that would be very satisfying.
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