The six of us ended up standing on top of the camper.
The full moon shimmered largely above us, so close that if you reached out you might be able to brush your fingers against it.
I felt the warmth of Willow’s hand slide into mine, and my lips lifted into a smile.
She laid her head on my shoulder a moment later.
I took a moment to take a mental picture of this moment. I never wanted to forget this view, or these people, or the feel of Willow’s hair tickling my chin.
“Everything happens for a reason, right?” She asked softly, and I knew she was thinking of my car sitting miles away broken down.
I nodded my head in agreement. “It certainly does.”
Willow
I slipped into the tent in front of Dean and collapsed on the large double sleeping bag Chase had given us to use.
Dean crouched down and zipped the tent closed.
Inside the tent everything was shadowed but not completely pitch black thanks to the large full moon that hovered above us. I’d never seen the moon look so large before. Back home it looked impossibly far away. Unreachable. Not here. I felt like we’d entered another realm or something, one where humanity and nature cohabitated peacefully.
Dean burrowed into the sleeping bag while I rifled through my backpack for my journal.
Even though it was hard to see the pages, I wanted to get everything down before I forgot.
I heard the sleeping bag rustle and glanced to see Dean trying to get a peek at my journal.
“No.” I pushed at his chest and he lay flat once more.
He grinned up at me, his brown hair tumbling over his forehead, and tried to appear boyishly innocent.
I knew better.
“No peeking. You are not allowed to read this ever.” I jabbed a finger at the notebook.
“I’m going to read it.” His grin widened. “One day. Mark my words.”
“And then you’ll die because I’ll stab you in the eye with my pencil.”
He merely chuckled.
I finished writing and doodling in my notebook and put it away.
Before I had my backpack fully zipped Dean’s arm had wound around my waist and he pulled me down onto the sleeping bag beside him.
He lifted the open flap and covered us both.
Darkness surrounded me like a protective blanket. In the dark I felt free to do whatever I wanted.
He hovered above me and my hands slid down his chest to his stomach and under the smooth cotton of his shirt.
His body shook and his eyes fell closed.
He lowered his head and his hair brushed against my forehead before his lips descended to my neck. Their pressure was soft, almost hesitant.
The sound of my blood rushing through my body roared in my ears.
His lips ghosted over mine, asking a silent question.