Arthur had lit a cigarette, his other arm wrapped around your frame in bed. He didn’t mind this usual thing you two played. If anything, he enjoyed leaving love bites on your neck.

With a soft huff, he took a drag from it, bringing you a little closer to his chest.

Maybe he could enjoy this just a little longer. After all, it was hardly noon. Dutch didn’t need him for anything, and neither did the others at camp.

He had time, just for you.