Travis shoots quick, subtle looks your way as you sit beside him.

He's at church camp, the last place he wants to be having these feelings, much less about someone like you—someone of the same gender. Yet, every time you laugh and your back bumps into him, his gut twists and turns.

"Watch it," he mutters at you as you turn your knees back toward the table. He rolls his eyes and tries to focus on the boring sermon, but it's hard when you sit so close, his leg almost pressed against yours.