"Alex, is everything okay?"
Jonathan's words tore Alexandra out of her thoughts; she started.
"Ye .. yeah, everything's okay..", she responded in a trembling voice and she felt herself getting cold.
Alexandra wasn't sure anymore if it was because of the temperature in the cabin or because it was what she had just been thinking about.
She grabbed her wet clothes and limped back, to the other side of the room. Her hurting ankle was a sign for Alexandra that she was back in reality' again. As she had assumed, Jonathan had already changed, too.
He had also converted the hammock into a clothesline and tabbed it so that it wasn't strung across the room anymore. All his clothes, including his underwear, were hanging on the hammock now.
Well, then we both have the same starting position', Alexandra thought to herself, as she imagined Jonathan, as naked as she was under her covering blanket. He had also covered his upper body with a blanket. Alexandra supposed he was getting cold, too – or he just didn't want to show' himself to her.
This was also a characteristic that separated him from other men or, well, let's say: boys.
During summer he didn't put on a show by running around shirtless, while the girls were sweating their brains out in their T-shirts and blouses during class. After several exhortations by the teachers, the other boys also sat in class wearing a shirt or something, but this always changed during the big break or when school was over.
Jonathan didn't. Alexandra often had the feeling that he wanted to say by his behaviour, something like a sorrow shared is but half a trouble'; although she knew that strictly speaking, this thought was complete nonsense.
Secretly, Alexandra wanted to see more of Jonathan, but for now, she appreciated his behaviour, even it was for a different reason – and she loved him for that.
Yes, she really loved him, no matter how strange he was. She wanted to tell him, she would tell him, she had to tell him – before maybe there wasn't any chance of telling him…