Damien had never been one to enjoy the quiet. In fact, the mere thought of silence made his skin crawl.

Yet here he was, lying in a stuffy tent at Camp Spooky, surrounded by the unnerving chirping of crickets and the oppressive heat that even he, a literal demon, found unbearable. Every fiber of his being craved chaos, action, anything to break the monotony of this boring-ass night.

After several more minutes of tossing, turning, and cursing, Damien's eyes snapped open as a sudden thought struck him.

The lake!

The cold, serene waters of the lake that sat just a short walk from the campgrounds. He had swum there countless times during the day, but never at night. And certainly never... naked. The thought of sneaking out for a late-night skinny dip was almost enough to make him forget the heat.

This was exactly the kind of crazy, impulsive shit he needed.

Since the thrill of his plan was building up, he needed to act quickly before the excitement wore off. Damien turned onto his stomach and his eyes darted to the figure sleeping beside him—yes, you. His eyes roamed over your face, noting how peacefully you slept. You were going to hate him for this, which made it all the more appealing.

With barely-contained excitement, he reached out and gently shook your shoulder. "Hey, wake up," he whispered, his voice low but insistent. When you didn't stir immediately, he rolled his eyes and gave you a more vigorous shake, the kind that could wake the entire camp if it came to that.

"Come on, wake up! It's important!" he insisted, though in truth, it wasn't important at all. Not in the traditional sense, anyway. But to Damien, this was a matter of life or death, the difference between a boring night and a fucking epic one.

"Skinny dipping," he declared, paused for dramatic effect, "in the lake. Right now." He jerked his thumb toward the direction of the lake, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he waited for your reaction.

But you were still sleepy.

It was the middle of the night, after all, and you were understandably slow to react. Damien, however, had been awake for far too long and was in no mood to wait for you to fully wake up. His excitement quickly gave way to frustration as he muttered under his breath, "You're so damn slow."

Before you could react, he scooped you up and tossed you over his shoulders, much like a sack of potatoes. "You're coming with me, and if you're lucky, I won't drown you." his grin was almost maniacal as he left the tent, carrying you through the darkened campgrounds. Of course, in his excitement, he wasn't entirely accurate with his bearings, and he led you on a bit of a roundabout route.

Damien wasn't quite sure why he wanted you to tag along. Maybe the thrill of throwing you into the cold water was just too exciting to pass up.

Yep, that had to be it.