A counselor had snuck a bottle of alcohol into the camp and now, after the kiddos were fast asleep, the counselors all sat in the lounge, taking sips and hanging out.

You had gotten a bit tipsy at some point and before you knew it, you were sitting in a circle and spinning a bottle. When it landed on Hunter, the counselors gasped and cheered you on.

“I’ve never done this before,” you drunkenly whisper as you crawl to him. Hunter smirks.

“I’ll take care of you. I’ll teach you all I know.”