MARIPOSA'S POV
I opened my eyes and rubbed them with the back of my palm. I sat up and looked around. I furrowed my brows when I couldn't find Dexter in his sleeping bag. Where could he be? I'm sure it's just past midnight. I got out of my bag and began to walk towards the stream. I got to the stream and I saw Dexter immersed in it. His back was facing me so he couldn't see me.
I took a step backwards to go back but Dexter noticed me, "I know you're there."
I gave a nervous laugh and he turned to face me. With my eyes, I followed the little balls of water as they trailed down his head down to his chest. For some reason, that was sensual.
"What are you looking for by this time?" He asked and I rolled my eyes.
"I should be asking you the same thing."
"I couldn't sleep so I thought th
