“You don’t have to carry me,” I say, but I don’t loosen my grip around his neck.
I feel him shrug, “it’s easier this way. You can’t trip over any loose roots in your heels.”
“I think you just wanted to show off.”
He laughs. “Is it working?”
“Maybe…” I say, trying to be coy.
He sets me down gently on my feet beside the entrance to the tent and turns to open the door. “After you.”
I crawl inside, aware that the motion is fairly undignified. When Alex linger’s outside, I realize that he may have had motives other than chivalry for making me go before him. I pull my knees up to my chest, tuck my skirt around me, and kick off my shoes.
Alex turns on a small lantern, illuminating the tent around me. It’s small, definitely not designed for more than two people, but it’s comfortable. There’
