Unable to help it, I get an uncontrollable fit of the giggles. “What?”
“If you could…” I have to stop talking because I’m laughing so much. “If you could just see yourself.”
He smirks, and then a crash of lightning hits so close it sounds like it hit a tree right next to us.
“We’re going to f*****g die tonight,” he stammers in a panic.
The rain hammers down, and I unzip the tent. We both peer out into the apocalyptic storm.
It’s really pouring down, and I zip the tent back up. “It’s fine. The tent is waterproof, and we’ll just have to try to sleep through it.”
“Have you lost your f*****g mind?” he snaps. “Who could sleep through this?”
“Me—I could.” I lie back down and pull the sleeping bag blanket over me.
I smile when I remember Elias’s earlier meltdown that he couldn’t touch me
