"Get out of here, this is my sleeping bag," she protests playfully, trying to wrestle Steve away from her before letting him slip into the bag with her. His feet are cold and she kicks at them gently with her own, trying to keep him from putting them on her legs.

At least for now.

"Hi," she replies when he has his arms around her, her hair twisted away from her skin. She shivers, then leans in for another kiss, lingering there, his lips soft and tasting slightly of beer, of chocolate. Camping doesn't seem quite so awful when she thinks about what they've been doing tonight, how nice it feels now, wrapped up in the warmth of the sleeping bag and Steve's arms.