I didn't talk much during dinner that day. I wanted to save up my voice for Glenn. No one really noticed, however, since a lot of people were already sharing anecdotes about their life.

This one man – Morales, people called him – was talking about some of the amusing situations he got into while trying to take care of his two children with his wife. It was light hearted and I think it wasn't just me who found comfort in the stories. It was nice to hear people laugh and share things about their lives. Despite the things I'd encountered, I couldn't help but feel safe around these people.

"You haven't eaten much, here, take more." Dale, the friendly older man I had seen the first time I left my tent, was careful to keep his voice low so he didn't interrupt Lori. She was sharing something about her son trying to make a cake out of baking powder and pudding as Dale scooped a bit more of the canned soup he was cooking over the fire into my cup.

"You doin' okay here? Everyone treatin' you alright?" he asked, putting the ladle back into the pot. I nodded and blew into my cup. "I can see you and Glenn are getting along."

I swallowed hard, unsure of whether a lecture was coming my way or if he was just being observant.

"It's good that you've found someone to put trust in around here. Treating people well'll do you better in the long run. There are some people around here who've been with us far longer than you and they've already alienated themselves. I'm glad to see you're adjusting."

I nodded and idly sipped at the cooling soup.

"Thank you for the hospitality," I said, keeping my voice low and letting my cup rest in my lap. "It's nice to know I'm welcome."

Dale nodded, as if to say "Don't mention it," and allowed me to resume listening in on everyone else. One of the sisters, whose name I forgot, was talking now, telling a story about a fishing trip she went on with her father.

Despite what was going on around me, I couldn't help but stare at Glenn the entire time. He was seated on the other side of the fire, smiling and laughing at the stories being told, and I found him captivating. He caught my gaze and I immediately averted my eyes and pretended to admire the stars. I could see him laugh to himself in my peripheral vision.

Dinner drew to a close a few minutes later and the people trickled away into their tents – or, in Dale's case, his RV – leaving me alone with Glenn in front of a dying fire. I did my best to stare at my hands instead of him, but it was tempting to look up.

He got up to come sit beside me on one of Dale's fold-out chairs. It creaked as he sank into it.

"Couldn't help but notice you staring," He joked. I looked away, trying not to let him win by smiling.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I was looking at the stars."

"Of course you were," he laughed. "Of course."

He then went quiet, looking straight at me for a moment. He seemed to be debating on doing something as I returned his gaze. His eyes dropped from my face and lingered on the grass. He kept his eyes away from me for a short while, then I watched him swallow and meet my gaze again.

My fingers twitched in anticipation of putting my hand on his, but I quickly changed my mind and pushed my hair behind my ear instead. I wanted to touch him. I really just wanted to touch his hand or his face or any part of him possible, but I didn't know what lines I was allowed to cross. If he pulled away or got uncomfortable I would never forgive myself.

"Are you cold?"

I looked down at my arms and felt the chill of the night on my bare skin. The dress they had given me wasn't meant for cold weather, and that fact was becoming very clear to me.

"Yes," I admitted.

In a sudden motion he got close enough to me to kiss my cheek and I felt my entire face go red. I stared at him, my mouth opening and closing like a fish, no sound coming out.

"Bet you're not anymore," He said, standing from the chair, ginning. "Goodnight, Eden."

I watched him walk away from the fire in silence, pressing my hand lightly against my cheek. What the hell was that? What the hell was my reaction? I get kissed on the cheek by someone that gorgeous and all I can do is sit and watch him walk away?

Maybe I was supposed to go after him. Follow him to his tent and make some sort of seductive eyebrow raise and put my hand on his chest. That seemed to be all the kids I hung around before did.

I sighed. Even if I did get the courage to try some sort of move on Glenn, and even if seeing him naked would have made my life, I'd probably be the most awkward sexual partner in the existence of sexual partners. I'd be all eyes, just staring at him, probably drooling too.

And so with the thought of naked Glenn drifting through my head I stood from the fire and headed back to my tent. That kid was going to drive me into an early grave at the rate he was messing with me. And I was completely okay with it.