At 5 a.m., Harry nudged him. “What?” he whispered.
“Steffi just went for her morning jogging. I’m following her. I think I’ll try to tell her I like her. Why don’t you go and talk to Angela?” he suggested and Damian grinned.
“Thanks, bro,” he said as he ran to the bathhouse to freshen up, brush his teeth, and rush to Angela’s camp.
He unzipped the camp and went inside. Angela was sleeping in her sleeping bag, and he lay beside her in the double sleeping bag. She looked so angelic in her sleep that he couldn’t control the urge to stroke her cheek lightly in a feather-soft touch.
She stirred but didn’t wake up, thankfully. He watched the steady rise and fall of her chest in her nightdress. It stirred him, and he wanted to kiss her. Unable to control himself, he leaned close to her.
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