He smirked and walked down the porch after whispering to me. I was left stunned by my body hair awakening. He clearly knew how to give me goosebumps.
There was no way I was going to share a tent with him. It was too risky! I puffed a breath before I walked back inside. Mom was still in the kitchen, and Franklin was helping him pack the foods my mom had prepared.
Hans was in the living room, watching a murder documentary on the huge television. I sat beside him and tried to entertain myself. I loved watching mysteries and documentaries about serial killers.
"Be careful." Hans suddenly uttered.
"What?" My brows crossed at him while his eyes were fixed on the TV. "What do you mean?" I asked again when he didn't speak.
He finally met my eyes. "Be careful at hiking. You hate hiking, don't you?"
"Is it that obvious?" I asked sarcastically.
"Yeah, it is so obvious." He smirked playfully.
I furrowed again. He sounded as if his words had double meanings. I stared at him, clueless, while he t
