The campfire crackled, casting flickering shadows across the clearing as we sat on a log, sipping from tin mugs of whiskey-laced cocoa. The stars above were impossibly bright, the kind of view you only get far away from city lights.

“I didn’t think camping could be this peaceful,” I said, glancing over at him.

He smirked, his eyes reflecting the firelight. “It’s even better with good company.”

The night air was chilly, and I found myself leaning closer to him, drawn to his warmth. He noticed, shrugging off his jacket and draping it over my shoulders. “Can’t have you freezing on my watch,” he said, his voice soft.

“Thanks,” I murmured, my cheeks warming under his gaze.

We talked for hours, the conversation turning from lighthearted banter to something deeper. He told me about his favorite hikes, the time he got lost in the woods, and his dream of building a cabin in the mountains.

At some point, the fire died down to glowing embers, and the silence between us grew charged. He reached out, brushing a stray hair from my face. “You’re something else, you know that?”

Before I could respond, he leaned in, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that sent a rush of heat through me. His hands slid around my waist, pulling me closer as the world seemed to fall away, leaving just the two of us under the vast, star-filled sky. Removed my pants rub my puss politely and do the did, it was very wonderful experience.

When we finally pulled apart, his forehead rested against mine, his breath warm against my skin. “This might just be my favorite camping trip,” he said, his voice low and full of promise.