Girls often looked at me. But none were like that, like her.
It wasn't flirty, it wasn't opportunistic.
It was genuine.
It was deeper.
I shook my head, attempting to push away the feeling, but the longer that I looked at her, the more I couldn’t resist and I found myself completely enamored. My lips uncharacteristically pulled into a smile, feeling a warmth at the sight of her.
Unable to help myself, I brushed against her shoulder and felt an immediate rush, blood rushing to my head. I couldn’t look away, holding her stare until I no longer could.
At the tent, I curiously looked back through the small opening and continued to stare. The girl was looking around at her surroundings, enjoying the sights. She wasn’t even looking at the other men in the vicinity, her attention on the m
