The warmth of the campfire hugged your skin just right as he pulled you in. It felt wrong, yet so right. As if years of buried desire bubbled to the surface the moment you felt his fingers wrap around your shirt collar and tug you forward onto the man’s lips.

Of course, it didn’t last long, as you made the stupid mistake to pull away. You didn’t want to, but how could you stay? This was wrong. You both knew that. As the two of you sat by the empty campfire, the stars of the late night casting above you, it grew silent. Awkward.

“I’m sorry,” Javier spoke up after a beat, shifting uncomfortably.