"Vicky... what are you doing? Why are you breathing like that?"

 

I froze. Beneath the blanket, Eric's hand stopped dead, his fingers resting dangerously right against my soaking entrance. The heavy air in the tent suddenly felt suffocating.

 

"I... I just had a bad nightmare," I forced the words out, desperately trying to disguise my erratic, heavy panting as lingering fear instead of blinding arousal.

 

Mom let out a groggy, exhausted sigh. The sleeping bag rustled loudly as she rolled over. She was mere inches away, staring right at us through the pitch black.

 

"It's just the woods playing tricks on your mind, sweetheart," she murmured, her voice thick with...