Maxine POV
Carefully, I placed my clothes within reach before I climbed into the sleeping bag.
I hoped that Tank didn't want to zip it up, because I like to be open, I can get out fast if I have to, not that I am expecting any trouble here. Still, it's a habit I can't seem to break, even at home in our bed; my side of the bed was never tucked in. I don't like being confined.
I lay there watching Tank in the flickering light from the fires outside, get undressed, and chuckled that he let his clothes drop into a messy pile. I hadn't expected anything less. He does the same at home, though he has occasionally surprised me by dropping them into the washing basket. I am positive he does it to get a rise out of me.
He climbs in behind me, and we snuggle in. I take a deep breath, hoping slee
