POV: Samira James
The walk back to the clearing felt like navigating through a dream. My boots felt lighter against the dirt and the cold mountain air no longer bit at my skin. Beside me, Calvin moved with his usual quiet certainty, but the distance between us had narrowed to nothing. Every few steps, his hand would brush against mine, a lingering contact that served as a tether to what had just happened by the stream.
I could see the orange glow of the dying fire through the trees. The music had stopped, replaced by the low hum of distant conversations and the occasional rustle of a tent zipper. My mind was racing, trying to categorize the kiss into a box that made sense, but it was impossible.
"You are overthinking it again." Calvin said softly. He didn't look at me, but I could hear
