The sun wasn’t too bright. But of course that could have been brought on by sky shrouded in smoke from the previous day. But it just had that feel. The chilled air against her body was not alleviated by the parachute she used as a blanket/sleeping bag. Bret would have shouldered up the cloth had she not felt it. Actually several parts of her body felt it. A pressure against her lower back, heaviness on her hip and a warm breeze swept past her ear…very close. Fuck, she thought, and shifted her eyes down. Darius’ hand rested on her hip and that could only mean the warmth against her ear was his breath and the pressure against her back . . . . Eyes wide, mouth screaming ‘Fuck!’ Bret flung off the covers and scooted quickly out and to her feet. Darius, oblivious to what she meant, opened his eyes, and squinted. “What?” “What do you mean, what?”
