We kissed like starving animals, his tongue exploring my mouth with the same ruthless dominance he had used the night before. Finally, he pulled away, leaving me breathless, and landed a sharp, stinging smack on my bare ass. I just bit back a wicked smile and slipped out of the tent to meet my mom, not saying a single word.

 

Breakfast was a team effort over the small camp stove. We fried eggs, sizzled bacon, and made toast that smelled absolutely heavenly in the crisp mountain air. We ate out in the open, lounging in folding chairs and watching the morning mist rise off the nearby stream. On the surface,...