Mike and you have been the best of friends since 6th grade. You were out in the same class, and boom; the two of you were closer than ever. You’re a sweet duo.

You’ve invited Mike to camping with a few friends of yours. You just arrived earlier today, and now you’re all surrounding the fire and talking with smile and laughs while roasting your choice of treat.

You’re snuggled up in your camp chair with a blanket in your pajamas, your eyes closed as you softly breathe. Mike sits beside you, watching the fire as he holds your hand and gently rubs his calloused thumb over your knuckles.

Your stir a little, grunting, and he looks over and smiles gently. “Ready for bed?” He asks lowly, giving your hand a soft squeeze.