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Chapter izmit escort 4 – The Mountain I feel my face fall flat as soon as I hear Tim say that, blinking and shaking my head a bit before staring back into the fire. “Unless you just want to get frostbite.” He says reaching behind us and grabbing our suitcases, dragging them over the flat rock that makes the floor of our small shelter. “Or pneumonia or a cold.” He unzips his suitcase and digs through it before nudging my shoulder. “Are you listening to me?” He leans forward and I can feel him studying the silhouette of my face. “Y-yeah.” I reply slowly bringing my eyes from the fire to his eyes, looking into them and watching them glisten in the light of the warm fire. “Yeah I hear you.” I nod and grab my own suitcase, pulling it towards me and opening it. I dig through it, finding a maroon longsleeve shirts, jeans, and fresh socks. “Worried about your toesies getting cold?” He smirks as he pulls out a black long sleeve shirt. He makes quick work of switching it out for his one that is still damp and I can’t help but to look down at his bare torso as he does, catching just a glimpse of his broad chest and firm stomach. I shake my head and follow his motions, switching my shirt out and humming as I feel the soft fabric of a dry shirt around my torso and arms. “Feels better already, don’t it?” He asks looking over at me as he unlaces his boots and tugs them off before standing gently and unclasping his belt. “I’m sure the pants are going to feel even better.” He unbuttons and unzips his jeans, the zipper echoing in my ears as I force myself to look away. He pushes his pants to his ankles and sighs as I distract myself with digging through my suitcase as if looking for something just to keep my eyes off of him. I can’t help but to peek a glance at him through the corner of my eye, following the lines of his toned thighs as they disappear into his hot pink boxer breifs and, oh the way he fills out the front of them is a bit too tempting. I stand in front of him and follow suit with my shorts, letting them fall to my ankles before pulling on my jeans, sighing at the feeling of being out of cold, wet clothes. “Much better.” I agree watching my fingers as I zip and button my jeans then tugging my socks off, tossing them close to the fire to dry out. I pull the fresh ones on and smile yahya kaptan escort to myself wiggling my toes in them. “At least we’re dry and cold now and not wet and cold.” Tim huffs and nods in agreement before taking both of our old clothes, laying them out around the fire to dry off some. “Hopefully now we can get some good shut eye and manage to stay warm.” He mutters turning back to me before getting down onto his knees in front of our shelter. “I suppose you didn’t pack any pillows in there, did you?” He smiles up at me as his hands dig through his suitcase. “Because I didn’t and I also didn’t think we’d be needing any sleeping bags, either.” I raise my eyebrows and press my lips together, offering a short nod as I fall back to sitting cross legged next to him. “No, I didn’t.” I reply shrugging and looking at the fire, grabbing a small bundle of sticks and laying them on top of it to give some more fuel to it. “We can use my dufflebag as a pillow if you want and I’ve got some spare clothes we can lay on so we’re not sleeping between two rocks and a hard place.” I offer turning and digging through my suitcase. “Aren’t you just the resourceful one?” Tim zips his suitcase shut and slides it back away into the shelter, grabbing my dufflebag and tossing it towards the other end. “I guess we’ll just have to make due with what we have.” He shrugs and I hand him a large hoodie to lay out on the ground. “You know this isn’t the Hilton.” He shakes it before laying it down on the ground. “But I guess it’ll have to do.” “Sorry, your Majesty. The mountains were fresh out of California King super soft feather down mattresses earlier.” I shoot him a short glance and hand him a pair of thick sweatpants to lay out as well before laying out a few more items of clothing to lay on and cover up with. “I’ll check back with them tomorrow.” I zip my suitcase shut and slide it away, reveling in the warmth of the fire on my back. “Do you think we’re going to get attacked by a bear or anything?” I ask after a moment, sitting flat on the ground and looking over at him, taking in the sight of the firelight dancing across his face. He remains silent for a few moments, chewing on his bottom lip, and I definitely don’t think about how soft it must be or how it turns slightly red from the attention. “I don’t know.” I hear him admit gebze escort quietly after a few seconds. His Adam’s apple dances up and down as he swallows and looks to me, offering a not so reassuring shrug. “I wouldn’t think that a bear would come near us. We don’t have any food, we probably don’t smell like anything, and I don’t think they’d come poking around a fire just to see what it is.” He takes in a deep breath and crawls into the shelter, laying on his back and staring up at the sky through the gaps in the pine needle branches. “I’m sure we’ll be okay, Girl Scout.” I offer lightly crawling in after him and laying next to him, placing my head on my dufflebag. It definitely wasn’t the Hilton but it would make do for a few days. There’s a few moments of silence between us as we both stare up at the sky through the pine needles, the sound of the fire crackling and crickets chirping in the distance the only noises. “Scouts honor?” He mumbles turning to look at me only a hint of worry in his voice. I turn my head to look at him and smile. “Scouts honor.” I repeat, holding my hand up in the Scout salute. He laughs and rolls onto his side, pushing my shoulder away from him. “I hope you know I was serious about having to cuddle.” His voice is a little quieter now, softer even. “I don’t want you dying due to exposure out here. It’s my fault we’re in this mess anyway.” “Stop that.” I say sharply rolling onto my side turning my back to him but keeping my eyes on him. “It’s through no fault of our own that we’re out here. We’re going to be okay, okay?” I raise my eyebrows and pause until I get a nod from him. “Mom and Dad have already gone to the police. They knew our flight path, sort of, so I am sure they are mounting a rescue team right now. In a few days tops we’re gonna be pampered and spoiled when we get back to them. Alright?” I huff keeping my eyes on him, studying the expression on his face and staying silent. “Alright.” He smirks and nods as he wraps his arm around my stomach and pulls me into him. He snuggles tight into me, pressing himself against my back, his legs following mine so that we’re as close as we can be and I can already feel his warmth spreading through my shirt and jeans and even smell his cologne. “Alright.” He mumbles quietly, his lips just brushing against the back of my neck as he gives me a small squeeze. I take a deep breath and sigh, keeping my mind focused on what we can do tomorrow and not the fact that I’m finding my older brother hotter and hotter, in more ways than one, by the second. “Alright.” I whisper, pressing myself back against him lightly.