Nick watched her chest rise and fall with the soft rhythm of sleep. Georgia was finally out—exhausted... because of him.
He stared at her longer than intended. He was completely mesmerized by her and didn't notice that he was watching her sleep like a complete weirdo.
'Damn, I should do something productive. I should make this cave as comfortable as I could for her. I bet she's not the type who would like camping in a place like this,' he thought.
Careful not to wake her, Nick stood and silently fed more firewood into the dying campfire.
Outside, the rain continued to pour in sheets, thunder grumbling in the distance like a warning.
'I hope they'll think we're dead,' he thought, eyes locked on the violent storm just beyond the cave's mouth. 'Hopefully, the liferaft washed ashore somewhere empty, somewhere far from here, or give up entirely.'
