I could hear my Dad pottering around outside the tents, clanging the saucepan and throwing wood onto the fire to get it burning. The sun was just beginning to come up, casting light under the gap of our tent door and illuminating the morning dew that had settled on the outside. There was a cold, frosty nip in the air, making me huddle back into the warmth of Sam lying next to me and our layering our blankets, cocooning us together.
Sam's warm breath tickles my neck, making me squirm within his strong hold, and I hear a deep chuckle come from behind me.
"You keep moving like that against my morning wood, and you'll have to explain to your Dad what the stain on the air mattress is," He whispers. I turn to face him, and he looks so cute with his hair untamed and a slight bit of stubble on h
