Moxie's POV
My cheeks were flaming hot but I forced myself to not think about his soft lips. I had to sleep.
The next morning came so fast. For a few seconds after I opened my eyes, I didn’t move. I just laid there, staring at the dim fabric ceiling of the tent, listening to the quiet sounds outside. I couldn't help but think about what happened last night. My defenses against this man were as good as nothing. I shut my eyes again briefly, pressing my lips together.
“Right,” I murmured under my breath. I turned my head slightly. George wasn’t looking at me. I could tell he was already awake, sitting up on the edge of the inflatable bed, his back partially turned as he pulled on his jacket. His movement were careful and quiet and none of us said anything to each other. Not even a "g
