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I stole glances at Ryan, but his face was too hard to read. Even though I was disappointed he hadn’t kissed me, I did feel a lot better after opening up to him. Maybe we could be friends again now. That would be enough. It had to be. The camp was quieter now, with most of the teams in bed already. Ryan discreetly returned the blanket he’d stolen while I changed and got ready for bed. I slid into the sleeping bag, wondering what would happen between us now. There was nowhere to escape in this tiny tent. Ryan returned and I saw a split second of hesitation before he sat on the sleeping bag beside me. He tugged off his shirt and I tried not to stare at his hard chest. His jeans came off next, leaving him in only his boxer briefs again. Did he sleep like that every night? I rolled onto my s
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