Pecan's pov
The morning light filtered through the thin curtains of my camp house, the soft rays doing little to ease the weight in my chest. I felt sluggish, like the air was thicker today. Last night had left me tired, not just physically but emotionally too. The camp felt quieter this morning, a stark contrast to the chaos of the night before.
I couldn't ignore the memory that had kept me awake long after the bear was contained. Paul. His kiss.
It wasn't something I had expected, not from him. The moment was fleeting, almost tender. I could still feel the warmth of his lips against my forehead, the unspoken comfort in that gesture. It had been a surprise, one that had left me blushing like some lovestruck fool.
"Stop it," I muttered under my breath, shaking my head to clear the thought. "Focus on the day ahead."
