My Very Own Love Story pt. 2

We didn't work together that session, but it was OK. Every morning, Honey found me on the deck before breakfast and greeted me with a smile and a "Good morning". It always made me feel like we were the only two people on the planet instead of 2 among about 250 hungry, rowdy teens.

True to his word, when it was time to get ready for the sleepout that week, he delivered his sleeping bag to me. He had a surprise, too. He let me borrow his watch. He asked me what time I wanted to wake up and he set the alarm on the watch for me. He said that I'd sleep so good in his warm sleeping bag that I'd definitely need the alarm. So, with my new sleep out gear, I set off for an evening of cooking and sleeping by the campfire.

When our brother cabin was packing up to leave us girls for the evening, my boy's counterpart for the session, built the campfire up for us. He said he'd heard that my first sleepout was cold, and that it had been suggested to him that I would appreciate a toasty fire before they left for the night. I thanked him for the gesture and smiled knowing that Honey must have filled him in.

I'm not sure why, probably too many slumber parties when I was in Jr. High, but I didn't trust my 8th grade girls to let me sleep in peace that night. I was afraid that if I slept without my bra, they would sneak it away from me and do...who knows what to it...so the solution I came up with was to stuff my bra all the way down in the bottom of the sleeping bag. That way they would never get to it.

It turns out that they were as tired as I was, so it didn't take long for them to fall asleep. And I was a close second.

When the alarm on Honey's watch went off the next morning, I was so rested. Such a difference from the week before. I woke everyone up, we packed our gear, and hiked back in to camp to get ready for the day. I returned Honey's sleeping bag and watch at breakfast because that night was the guy's sleep out and he would need it himself. I thanked him for letting me borrow his sleeping bag.

The next day during trading post, Honey found me and whispered in a conspiratorial voice, "I found your surprise."

Confused, I asked, "What surprise?"

"The one you left in my sleeping bag."

"What are you...?" The realization suddenly hit me . . . I'd accidentally left my BRA in his sleeping bag! Completely mortified I asked, "What did you do with it?"

"It's still in there. I didn't want my guys to see it. I brought the sleeping bag down here so you could take it to your cabin and get it."

I'm sure I was a thousand shades of red as I apologized over and over. He just grinned, and seemed amused, and assured me that I could still borrow his sleeping bag next week.

The next week I did borrow it. And the next morning when I returned it, he smiled and asked, "Did you get all of your surprises out?"