I didn't sleep much that night, tossing in the dimly lit tent. When morning light filtered through, I opened my eyes to find Jack on my side, his arm draped across my waist—a reminder of our closeness.
Hesitant, I listened to his steady breathing, convinced he was still asleep. Carefully, I slipped out from under his arm, trying not to disturb him.
Looking at myself, discomfort washed over me. Clad in yesterday's clothes, the fabric clung from sweat and the scent of a restless night. My hair was a tangled mess around my face. I knew I needed to freshen up, so I tiptoed around the tent, searching for a brush to tame my wild mane.
I was surprised when I found a proper brush designed to gently tease out stubborn knots from my hair.
As I wrestled with the tangles, I suddenly sensed Jack'
