32. The perfect apple

We stood like that at the entrance for a moment. Him - not stepping out, me not moving back inside, despite the fact that his tempting features were so close.

“Of course I will move, I would do a lot for you, Alice.” Thomas finally said.

I stared at his face, barely seeing his features with the flashlight of my phone, resting on my mattress behind me. His lips were as inviting as always in the lack of light and dipped into the shadows, they were even more irresistible for me.

He moved forward, our faces a breath away, before I realized I had to move while he was entering the tent to plop on the inflatable bed in the middle. Feeling the blood rush to my cheeks, I escaped the warm, humid tent to welcome the cool forest air.

I checked if Linda changed her mind about the sleeping arrangements, and said good night to her. Tina and Emma were already talking sweetly in their room of the tent. Under my mother’s worried expression, I walked in Thomas’s tent.

He was laying on his back, scrolling