I woke up the next morning alone, and for a moment I wasn’t sure if what happened was a dream or not. Sure, logically, I knew if it did happen he’d have to leave before everyone woke up, or else they’d wonder why he was coming out of my tent. It wasn’t like that first time when we were forced to share a tent, this time everyone would notice and talk about it. Regardless of it all, I was still promised to another, and if they saw him coming and going out of the tent, then they’d all start thinking I was promiscuous.
I sat up and winced my lower body throbbing gently from last night. I moved the sheets aside, looking down in between my legs at the drops of blood, and nodded. That was all the evidence I needed to accept that last night wasn’t a dream. I laid back down and closed my
