138. Courtney
Chapter 138
Courtney
“Night,” I say as I let Fisher take my empty bottle.
He and Simpson break off toward the Bunk House, and I continue on the path toward my cabin.
The air is crisp, and I have Sterling’s flannel on under my thickest sweater.
The extra layer is warm, but that’s just a bonus. I could wear any of my other shirts, but the flannel makes me feel close to him.
Makes me feel like he’s with me.
My boots crunch over the gravel, and I tip my head back as I walk, looking up at the stars.
The moon is a sliver tonight. Beautiful and picturesque. But leaving the world dark.
I look back down at the path in front of me.
I forgot my flashlight in the cabin. And I know I should probably worry about running into Lady Bear, or some other forest-dwelling creature, but I’m more focused on being proud of myself.
My first day here, I couldn’t fathom walking all this way in the dark.
Now it feels like… home.
Home.
What an idea .
I know I’ve used the word before, thinking about this place, my cabin. But it feels… bigger now.
Home feels like more than just where I’m sleeping.
If I wasn’t buzzed, the thought might choke me up. But—I smile in the night—I am buzzed.
And I’m certain Sterling is going to come to me tonight.
And I don’t care how sore I am down there . I’ll welcome him with open legs.