The first sensation was a thick, insistent pressure against the small of her back, a solid heat that pulsed even through the layers of their shared sleeping bag. Jamie surfaced from sleep slowly, the deep, even rhythm of Matt’s breathing a warm breeze against her neck. A sliver of dawn’s pale, gold-orange light peeked through the tent’s mesh window. She smiled into the darkness, a slow, languid curl of her lips. He was st...