The campfire had burned low, leaving behind only glowing embers and the soft chorus of crickets in the woods and smoke lingered in the cool night air, clinging to my body.
I was fully drunk, fuzzy, and reckless in the way only cheap vodka and summer nights could make you feel. This was my second summer at Camp Pine Ridge, so i already knew how these late-night counselor parties usually went. Someone always flirted too hard, someone disappeared into the woods, and somebody made a decision they’d probably regret, and tonight I felt bold, carefree, and very horny.
Nick had been watching me all night…not obviously enough for anyone else to notice but every time I looked up, his eyes somehow found mine through the firelight
He was the head survival instructor and at fourty-eight, Nick carrie
