I woke up Saturday morning to the sun shining in through the thin fabric of the tent, surrounded by a cocoon of warmth.
Steven’s arm was wrapped around me, my back flush with his front. I carefully wiggled around to face him. A smile danced across his face as he squeezed me closer to him, “Morning.” he said to me as he kissed my forehead.
I snaked my arm around his torso, keeping him close to me, “Morning.” I replied back kissing just below his neck.
“We leave for the beach in fifteen minutes.” My dad called from somewhere outside the tent.
“Okay!” I yelled back.
We didn’t move as I called over to Roxanne to start waking up.
Craig sat up with his hair sticking up and sleep covering his face. I giggled at his appearance.
“You guys need to go get changed, so we can get changed too.
