Say Something. . .

"Kyna . . . are you awake?" you whisper quietly, maybe 5 inches from her ear. You don't want anyone else to hear.

She turns over to face you . . . moving a little closer as she does.

"Yeah . . . you can't sleep?" she asks, her voice a thin whisper. She's being quiet too.

In the semi-darkness, you can make out the curves of her face, and her eyes. She's looking at you intently, her lips slightly parted.

"Not a chance . . . kinda crazy being so close to you in the middle of the night." you say with a half-smile.

She stares at you for a good 5 seconds. Then she moves a little closer, scooting in her sleeping bag.

"How's this?" she whispers.

You can hardly believe it! She is flirting with you here in the dark, in the middle of the night.

"Not sure how i'll be able to stand it now . . " you whisper with a grin, making sure to move your lips close to her ear. If she's going to tease you, you might as well tease back!

With that, she looks slowly around at the sleeping forms in the room. Then she slowly scoots her bag until she's right next to you, your bags touching and overlapping a bit.

Then with a look in her eyes that makes your stomach jump and your heart beat faster, she slowly (and quietly you notice) unzips her sleeping bag, with the opening towards you.

What do you do?