Despite the dirt and sweat clinging to me from the hike, Lucas didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, he was carrying me on his back as if I weighed nothing. His posture screamed confidence, almost as if he was trying to flaunt something.
It wasn't hard to guess what- he was proudly showing off the hickey I had left on his neck.
We hadn't done anything but make out, but it had been the hottest half hour of my entire existence.
And all for the sake of pissing Debbie and Ayla off.
Am I digging a hole for myself?
The thought lingered for only a moment before fading as we arrived back at the exchange point. The gathered goods were impressive- meat, seasonings, and enough supplies to last at least a week. I should have been relieved, but exhaustion weighed heavy on my legs.
