Camping was a favorite pastime of mine. Being out in the middle of nature by myself was calming after time working. I wanted to do it as much as possible, although my job limited the amount of time that I had. Luckily, I was packing up to head off to one of the camp sites that was only about an hour away from the town I lived in. One thing that made this trip more exciting than any other trip was that one of my friends was coming on the trip with me.
My friend was named Matt. He was practically the perfect man in any way. If you wanted someone who had abs, he did. If you wanted someone with nice hair, he had that too. His eyes were dreamy, and he had a very nice wide chest. He clearly went to the gym. He wasn't too built or veiny like a bodybuilder, and he was still down to earth enough to go camping with me this weekend.
I put my tent inside of the trunk of my car. Then, I put my hammer into the trunk as well as my clothes. Matt came to my side, and he picked up his suitcase. I glanced at him as he shoved it into the trunk. My heart raced as I saw his arms flex. He looked so hot lifting his suitcase. I wished that I was his suitcase.
I shook my head, and I walked away to the driver's side. I opened the door, and I sat down, starting my car's engine. Matt sat down in the passenger seat, and we drove off together toward the camp site. The entire drive took about an hour. Seeing all of the trees put me at ease, and I could see how chilly it was out today.
We arrived at the camp site, and we set up our tents. However, I was staring at Matt whenever I could, stealing long glances while he set up his tent for the night. It was very cold out as night drew closer, and we set up a fireplace between our tents. I used my lighter to light the wood on fire.
"Did you bring the smores stuff?" Matt asked. I nodded, and I pulled out a large bag of marshmallows, a small bag of Ghirardelli chocolates, and a brand new box of graham crackers. I handed some of the graham crackers and a handful of marshmallows to Matt.
"You look pretty nice." I said, staring at him as he roasted his marshmallow. He smirked at me, and my eyes widened. What did I just say? Why did I let that slip out of my mouth! I didn't mean to say that. It was a thought!
"I do?" Matt teased.
"I meant your marshmallow does, it's all nice and golden. It looks crispy." I shivered in embarrassment, and I started making a s'more out of my marshmallow and a graham cracker, snapping the cracker in half. I put a piece of chocolate between the marshmallow and the cracker.
"Uh huh, are you sure that's what you meant?" Matt asked. I tried to look up nonchalantly. The stars were quite beautiful, but they weren't enough to distract me from his teasing. His presence was overwhelming now that the cat was out of the bag.
"I-I...my tongue slipped," I said, trying to defend myself. He smiled at me, and he leaned forward in his chair.
