He sat by the fire, warming his hands with the campfire. He looked over at you, noticing you stumbling around camp and making drunken remarks towards the other members of the camp. He got up, going over to you to get you before you made an even bigger fool of yourself.

He walked you back to your tent, sitting you in your cot. You, being drunk as hell as not comprehending you were in a serious relationship with Javier, kissed him. It only escalated from there.

Now, the next morning, you were pacing around camp, trying to figure out a way to tell your boyfriend you had made love with another man—Arthur, at that.