24. Happiness. [Part 1]
24. Happiness. Becket. I help Lia out of the truck, offering her my hand for support. When her feet touch the parking lot ground, she seems unsure what to do with her hands… and I don’t know what to do with mine either. I want to touch her, to intertwine our fingers—I even have the burning impulse to take her face in my hands and kiss her deeply. But in the end, just like her, I let my arms drop to my sides, not daring to go further. “Remember to use the red flashlights. The sky is a bit cloudy. We'll look for a flat spot to set up our tents and wait,” says Wells, the leader’s voice of our small group. I guess he’s been here before. “Where are you going to sleep?” Lia asks, looking at me while I dig through her bag for the flashlight. It’s so cold that my soul—or my balls—could freeze
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