I didn’t know what Keenan and I were. We knew we couldn’t really talk about what happened last night, or the night before. I smile lightly. She was beautiful, I couldn’t deny it. I wouldn’t be surprised if Keenan and Peter told them, nor would I be mad. “My dad sent me to one of those scared straight programs because I tried a sip of wine at my brothers wedding.” He says and I laugh. “What’s he doing here?” I whisper and she shrugs. And just seeing them both, it made me instantly wet. I nod and keep walking towards their camp. “Same. “You?”
I shrug. “So what do you usually do when you aren’t looking after kids?” I ask and he laughs. “Sounds exciting.” I smirk and we all follow the rest of the group. “So how are you?” I ask, really just trying to make conversation.
