You found yourself nestled in the cozy confines of a small tent alongside Bill, both utterly drained from a demanding day prior.

Your form lay atop his, ensconced within the cradle of his arms. Dawn was breaking, casting a tranquil hush over the campsite, where most of the gang still slumbered. The silence was occasionally interrupted by Bill's gentle snores, his roughened hands tenderly cradling your waist.