*Nina*
"Let me walk you to the tent," Nick says, taking my hand and interlocking our fingers. It's as if they fit perfectly together.
My mind races at a million miles an hour. Until now, we have been well-behaved – just kissing and some light making out when the others weren't around. But I'm ready for the next base, the home run. I'm just not sure how to say it or show it.
He stops right in front of my tent, and I look up to make eye contact with him. His hand reaches out to me, with long fingers stroking my cheek. Then his hand slides around my neck, running into my hair, and before I can figure out what to do, his lips are on mine.
As we break the kiss, his eyes burn with a deep smolder I haven't seen before, and he mumbles to himself, "I probably shouldn't do this. Oh, what you do
