I laid there facing the wall, the tension in the air was thick and made my mouth dry. Both of us had our sleeping bags as far away as possible but it was still too close, much too close. Why did this feel so awkward? We sat next to each other on a horse day after day, why was it so strange? Heck, he fell asleep on me, I fell asleep on him, why was it so weird to fall asleep in a tent together when we weren’t even touching? Still, I couldn’t stop my mind from turning, and I reached out, ripping at some of the grass as I watched the shadows dancing around outside the tent, flickering in the dying fire. “Do you have a watch tonight?” I asked softly. I knew he was awake, I was used to the sound he made when he slept, not a snore but a little sigh, soft and breathy every once in a while.
“No,
