“I really like you, Moth,” he said in a low, hoarse voice. I swallowed, eyes popping open to look at him. He’d turned the lights off, but I could still see him clearly. He was gazing at me in the dark, eyes intense with something I couldn’t name. “I like you too,” I whispered back, trying not to get caught up in wondering exactly what he meant. I didn’t want this content, blissed-out feeling to go away. I wanted to bask in it for as long as possible. I wanted to feel it again and again while he was with me, until we got back to the camp and parted ways.
