The forest that night was silent, broken only by the steady chorus of crickets and the occasional cry of a night bird. The small tent Neil had pitched felt warm, thanks to the faint glow of the campfire still flickering outside. Lena lay restless, her eyes wide open.

How could I possibly sleep… with Neil lying right next to me? she thought. The man had been appearing far too often in her thoughts lately, no matter how hard she tried to resist it.

She stole a glance at him. Neil hardly ...