Bonnie stared at the text, completely lost. Trying to decode her mother's cryptic messages was impossible, but since she had a free pass, there was no way she was ditching their trip to run home now.
She wanted to stay with Lawrence.
Seeing her stress out, Lawrence smoothly plucked the phone from her hands. "Stop overthinking it. Even if this is the calm before the storm, let it pour."
Bonnie let out a soft laugh. He was right. Let it pour. She wasn't fighting this alone anymore; she had him.
With the crisis averted, they spent the rest of the day exploring until the sun dipped below the horizon, finally returning to their hotel.
Aside from the camping trip, this was their first time actually staying overnight somewhere. And, naturally, the front desk informed them they only had one room left.
Bonnie shot Lawrence a deeply suspicious glare. The implication was obvious.
But deep down, she knew he wasn't the type to pull a cheap stunt like this.
Lawrence internally screamed at the injustice of it all, forced to swallow his pride. How was he supposed to know some obscure, hardcore hiking group had picked the exact same off-the-grid location?
This place wasn't even listed on the main travel sites!
They had booked out the entire place. Getting this single room was practically a miracle. Still, feeling guilty for the logistical failure, he wrapped a placating arm around her shoulders as he walked her to the room, desperately explaining himself.
"I'll sleep on the floor, I swear."
Bonnie scoffed. "What if you try to sneak into the bed in the middle of the night? I can't fight you off. We're in the middle of nowhere, what am I supposed to do?"
Lawrence burst out laughing. "You think this is more 'middle of nowhere' than when we were literally camping on a mountain? If I actually wanted to pull something, I had a dozen better opportunities. Why would I wait until now?"
Bonnie knew that perfectly well, but she just wanted to give him a hard time. Payback for all the times he relentlessly teased her.
Bonnie gasped, genuinely offended. "Who would want to take advantage of you!"
"Oh really?" Lawrence arched an eyebrow. "So the girl who was copping feels on my abs wasn't you?"
Bonnie's face turned violently red, completely mortified. "I did not cop a feel! I told you, I slipped! It was an accident!"
They had gone indoor scuba diving a few days ago. Walking out of the locker rooms in their wetsuits, she had slipped on the wet tile and slammed face-first into his chest. Since then, he wouldn't let her hear the end of it.
She was furious.
Lawrence just shrugged, looking entirely unbothered. "If you say so. But you know, Candie, if you really want to touch them, you don't have to pretend to slip. Soon enough..."
A wicked, seductive smirk crossed his face as he leaned down, locking eyes with her furiously blushing face. "Soon enough, every single muscle is going to belong to you anyway."

Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging