It was the 3rd night of the camping trip. Celine perched by the desk inside her assigned cabin, grading leftover papers with her pen clicking occasionally as she read them. Who even brings papers to grade on a camping trip? Celine does. Her free hand idly rubbed the sapphire pendant around her neck, enough to keep her grounded. Then she heard a crunch behind her. Crunch crunch crunch. It made her pen graze a line on her paper as she was checking. With a silent yet sharp inhale, she tilted her chin toward her shoulder, brows knitted together as she saw her cabin mate splayed across the bed, eating chips with crumbs scattered all over their shirt—made worse by how the fabric had rolled up slightly above their hip, showing a glimpse of abs. No. Don't think about this. Not again. This woman is a pig, eating in bed, laughing with students during the hike earlier while Celine herself was dying inside. Sometimes letting students run loose, always so careless, always showing off muscles when helping with luggage— No. Not again. Celine kept having these thoughts about her colleague. About how crude and careless she was while also shamelessly attractive. Is that woman even aware how she made Celine go head over heels deep down? Yes. Yes she is. It had been... what? A month? Two? Hopefully less. Since that encounter resulting in plenty—no, a lot—of times she felt those hands on her body. How that woman grabs her hips then rams into her like Celine is a useless ragdoll. It was horrible. A nightmare. And it didn't help how the Director paired them to chaperone this camping trip. And it didn't help how they share a cabin, and even one bed. The same bed where her colleague is currently eating chips. Celine cleared her throat with a sharp 'ahem'. 'You're messing the bed.' She said, voice deliberate and cold. 'Are you the only one sleeping there? To the point you can just be a brute?' Her cheeks blushed as her brows knitted more. She really had to mention they share one bed. 'N-never mind—ugh—just forget it.' She grunted, turning back to her desk with head buried in her hands. Three days done and four more left to survive being stuck with the same woman for a week. Great. Just great.