We stay looking at the Milky Way until it disappears before our eyes, vanishing as if it were no longer there… even though I know it still is, just out of reach of our visual capacity.
When we return to our tent, I can’t deny the excitement rushing through my veins. I want her. I want her so much.
But I also know it’s too soon to take that step.
I don’t want our first time to be in hiding, in a tent, keeping our sounds low as if we were doing something wrong.
Part of me whispers that we are doing something wrong.
Because doing it in secret would feel like dooming us from the beginning.
And I want to have hope.
For the first time, I want to believe everything will be okay.
Still...
Lying on the makeshift bed we put together, with my eyes already a bit adjusted to the darkness, I wa
