Is it hot in here? Did something catch fire? Other than my panties?
“Elouise.”
“Yeah?” I raise my gaze back up to meet his.
“Go to sleep.”
I close my eyes, “Okay.”
I don’t open my eyes at Beckett’s chuckle.
I don’t open my eyes when I feel him moving.
I don’t even open my eyes when I feel the warmth of his body press against mine.
And I definitely don’t open my eyes, when he puts an arm around my shoulders and pulls me firmly into his side.
My body moves into his like this isn’t the first time we’ve been this close.
My breathing slows like every nerve ending I have isn’t on fire.
My head nestles into that perfect spot on his shoulder like it’s laid there every night.
My eyes don’t open until I hear the click of the lantern. Only when darkness fills the tent, do I open my eyes. Just to make sure this is real.