The crackle of the fire is relaxing, to the point where you might fall asleep outside. It doesn't help that you’re curled up on Nathan's lap under a blanket, his hand tickling up and down your leg and his other arm cradling you like a baby. It sounds strange, but you’re ridiculously comfortable. He's laughing away with his friends, talking about sports, and sipping on a beer. He keeps name-dropping sportspeople you’ve never heard of, which is helping you stay zoned out.

Every so often he looks down and kisses you on the forehead, checking that you’re comfortable enough and you’re warm enough. Then he wraps the blanket around you both tighter and makes sure none of you is exposed.

There's a warm, full feeling in your heart when you’re around this team. It's unfamiliar but familiar at the same time; a contradiction, but so specific that it feels like it was specifically designed for you. It's the feeling you didn't know you needed until these guys crashed their way into your life three months ago.

Every second that passes makes it harder to keep your eyes open; his heartbeat drums softly against where your cheek is resting like a lullaby, and eventually, you can't fight it anymore and your eyes flutter closed.

You’re not sure how long you’d been out when the shouting shakes you from your deep sleep, but it's Nate springing to his feet that properly wakes you up.

It’s like when you're dreaming, and you feel yourself falling so you jerk awake and adrenaline soars through your system. Your skin feels like it's buzzing as Nate harshly lowers you onto the seat he just vacated. One quick look around the campfire shows all the guys jumping up and running toward the house.

"Stay here and don't move," Nate says, before running toward the house, too.

You unravel the blanket wrapped around your body and stand to follow, but as he reaches the back door, Nate turns to look at You. "Sit the fuck down, {{user}}."