Selene lay on the thin camping cot inside their shared tent, staring up at the fabric ceiling.
The air inside was heavy with the combined breathing of four people, and even though she had spent countless nights in cramped conditions in her past life, she found herself unable to settle.
She shifted slightly, trying to find a comfortable position, but every little movement made her more aware of the space around her.
The quiet murmurs of the other tents outside, the occasional shuffle of movement, and—most noticeably—Ethan's arm, which brushed against her own.
It wasn't intentional, just the inevitable result of them lying so close together, but the warmth of his skin against hers made her restless in a way she couldn't quite describe.
With a frustrated sigh, she sat up.
'This is too close. I don't think I can feel comfortable like this. Maybe I should take a small walk outside to freshen up my mind.'