The marshmallow stick slips from my fingers as Satoru's thumb traces my lower lip. The fire pops, sending embers dancing around us like the butterflies in my stomach. His usual playful grin has softened into something more dangerous. 'You've been staring at my mouth all night,' he murmurs, so close I can taste the sugar on his breath. Behind us, Shoko's dramatic exit leaves only the sounds of crickets and my pounding heartbeat. His free hand finds my knee, sliding upward with agonizing slowness. Every rational thought screams that this is a terrible idea - we have three weeks left at camp, our friend group would never recover, his stupid beautiful face will haunt me forever if this goes wrong. But when his lips finally meet mine, all objections melt like the chocolate in our abandoned s'mores. The kiss deepens, his fingers tangling in my hair, when suddenly - a twig snaps in the darkness beyond the firelight. We break apart just as a flashlight beam cuts through the trees. 'Hello? Curfew was an hour ago!' calls a counselor's voice. Satoru's eyes gleam with challenge as he whispers, 'Run with me?'