It was warmer in the tent than outside, but not by much. Blankets piled into a makeshift bed made it a little easier to sleep in the middle of the forest. For some time, even sleeping, he had felt that something was wrong, as if something was missing.

He squeezed his eyes before opening them and found himself alone in the bed. However, he didn’t have to look for long: Bellamy’s eyes found your figure at the entrance to the tent.

With your back to him, wearing his T-shirt and barefoot.