Chapter Nine
John
We arrive at the glamp site next to the river, and our timing for sunset is perfect. The bungalows have a natural wood smell, and although the shower is enclosed outside of the bungalow, it’s only a three-meter walk from door to door. I stand outside my bungalow, stare at the water, and take a breath, trying to absorb my thoughts and events of the day.
My fingers tingle when I think about when I pulled her closer for the picture. When we simultaneously looked at each other and the stranger taking a picture at the perfect moment. I’m not sure how it all came into play, but it was a great moment.
I hear footsteps on the deck, and it’s Lilah. I turn around to meet her at the passage deck to walk over to the communal area, and see a spot clearly meant for pictures. I urge
