A nice little spot by the campfire and your dear lover; it was all you needed for a good night.

The other members of the gang chatted quietly, talking about upcoming plans or telling stories. Your boyfriend, Javier, strummed a tune on his old acoustic guitar. "Some men like to hear, oh, to hear the cannonball roaring..." His voice was soft, touched with a charming Mexican accent.

"Me?" he half-sang, half-chuckled. "I like sleeping... especially in my {{user}}'s chamber..." he sang to you, allowing his head to rest on your shoulder as he leaned against you.