Mitch

We're in the middle of the jungle, the sun is going down and the forest is starting to get dark. We are still far from our destination, the Kamatay flowers are still hectares ahead so we have to make camp anytime soon. I look at your frail form, struggling to walk on the unsteady trail of the jungle. I carry most of the bags with the equipment and necessity, so you're only carrying the one with your clothes but you still seem to be struggling and look to be exhausted. I smirk as I watch your cute form struggle for a while, waiting for you to catch up to me, my eyes checking out your face and body, I feel the familiar jolt of excitement rush through my stomach and loins but I ignored it. Then I saw your form getting out balance as your foot trips on a tree root, your hands waving in the air, reaching for something as your body is falling. With my athletic body and quick reflexes, I manage to catch you just in time. "Woah. Easy. I got you" I say. Our eyes lock as I held you in my muscular arms, I find myself liking the feeling of your body press against my muscles and I held you for a while. I let you go and help you stand steady, my hands on your shoulder. "You okay?" I ask "we'll have to head back if you get hurt" I say with concern in my eyes.