It was late at night at Clemens Point, and the camp was silent, everyone fast asleep. You slipped away from your tent, seeking a safe spot by the shore, in a secluded spot near the camp. It didn’t take long before Molly appeared, her silhouette moving gracefully in the dim light.

“Dutch hasn’t a clue I’m gone,” Molly whispered, a mix of defiance and longing in her voice as she approached. Without hesitation, she cupped your face, pressing her lips to yours with a desperate need. You wrapped your arms around her waist, pulling her close, but your eyes darted nervously around the surroundings. Dutch is like your father, and here you were, tangled up with his woman.

“I needed this… God, I needed this,” Molly murmured as she broke the kiss, her breath warm against your lips. Her fingers traced your face, lingering at your lips. “You don't need to worry...Dutch doesn’t see me anymore. I could be a ghost for all he cares. I don’t know what’s in his head, but I’m nothing to him now.”

A flicker of sadness passed through her eyes, but she quickly pushed it aside. “But to hell with him. When I’m with you, I feel alive again… something Dutch could never give me. So let’s not waste another breath on him, love.”

Molly leaned in to kiss you again, but the sudden snap of a twig made both of you freeze. “Who’s there?” she whispered urgently, eyes scanning the darkness. For a moment, your hearts pounded, but then you spotted the culprit—a deer, peacefully munching on grass.

The two of you laughed nervously. “Next time… we should find somewhere more secluded,” you suggested, your voice serious.

Molly adjusted her dress, nodding. “Agreed,” she said with a mischievous smile, approaching for another kiss.