“Eh.” Sawyer shrugged one shoulder and turned onto his back. “I don’t know. Do we have to do anything? Let’s just stay in again. It’s already hot, and the cabin has air conditioning.”
I frowned, but Sawyer didn’t see. Normally, he loved the heat, reveled in it even, so that was a weak excuse. Besides, it was definitely suspect that he didn’t want to get out and explore more. From the moment we’d driven to the campgrounds, Sawyer had been in awe of the place. I couldn’t believe that had changed.
I rounded the end of the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress, then leaned over so I could look into his eyes. He tried to avoid my gaze for a moment, but then met mine. Something in the fathomless blue depths I couldn’t decipher.
“You feel okay, baby?” I asked, touching his face. He wasn’t overly warm. Nor was he cold and clammy.
Sawyer pressed my hand to his face and gave me a smile. It didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just want to stay in with you, is all.”