this morning #740.

this morning, through promises of homemade kombucha & inferences of dirty forest sex, she beckoned for me to join her inside of her tent before the others woke up & got in the way of whatever she had in store for me. without any hesitation, i crawled inside. though we’d only been out here for just over two days, there was a satisfying lived-in quality to the way she had her shelter set up. a part of me wanted to believe she did it intentionally to entice me, like she’d been keeping an eye on me & was now about to put what she’d learned to good use. i’d had my eye on her for a while, so i was pretty sure that we had eyes for each other. after a few sips of kombucha, i’d get to test that theory.