Go see Linda

I left my tent, trying to be quiet so as not to disturb the others. The cool breeze off the ocean washed over my skin, as I was wearing only a pair of shorts. My heart was pounding as I crossed the sand to Linda's tent. I hesitated. I was so nervous. Making a move now could ruin our friendship, if Linda was not interested. But I imagined myself running my fingers through her soft blonde hair and kissing those pink lips. What should I do?