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    And then it happened. My foot finally became free and just as I was about to take another step a giant gust of wind blew me down face first into the mud.
    “Shit, ” Liam muttered.
    I attempted to move my arms, but the suctioning only got worse every time I wiggled. Liam’s strong hands quickly gripped my underarms and scooped me up from the mud with a big sucking and slurping sound as my face and chest became unglued from the mess below.
    “Thank you,” I said, but then regretted it as the grit fell into my mouth.
    Liam smiled widely and lifted me into his arms.
    “You owe me one,” he muttered close to my ear , making my stomach flutter. “This was my favorite shirt.”
    He got us to our tents and set me on the ground. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud as I realized how closely he’d placed the opening of his tent to the opening of mine. There was a slight hallway between the two and that was it.
    Liam reached over and unzipped my door.
    “I thought it would it be best if I kept an eye on things.” His usually cocky demeanor was turned down a notch. His eyes darkened, but as he caught me staring, I almost detected a slight amount of embarrassment as I stared at the tight space.
    “Thanks,” I replied, climbing into my tent. There was a hanging lantern that I switched on. Liam must have hung it when he dropped off the sleeping bag and pillows. That was nice of him.
    I heard him zip the door of his own tent and let out a sigh. Where to even begin?
    I spun around in my tent and the loneliness soaked deep inside of me. My sleeping bag was unrolled on top of a skinny camping mat along the left side. The two pillows were placed on top of the red, fluffy bag. In addition to several flashlights, my duffle and backpack were the only other things inside the tent. I had brought several books, including my favorite collection of Edgar Allen Poe, but I doubted they’d last long. I’d probably inhale the books in a matter of days. But I was so dirty I didn’t even want to open the duffle. I’d ruin anything my fingers managed to touch. The mud was plastered on my face and stuck in my hair. I had no idea how to even begin cleaning myself off. I was in a tent with no running water.
    The side s of my tent rippled with each gust of wind, and the tarp flapped against the tent. I saw Liam’s lantern flick on and felt strangely comforted by it.
    I unzipped my sweatshirt and took it off. Using it inside out as a rag, I rubbed the caked on mud off my face. It had already started to dry so a lot of it fell to the grey tent floor. I was constantly spitting out wet hair and mud that was invading my mouth as I tried to keep the dirt away from my somewhat clean t-shirt. I wiped my hands off on the sweatshirt and threw it to the far corner. I stripped off my jeans and kicked them to the same place as my sweatshirt when I saw a large figure hovering outside my door.
    The fear climbed up my body , as I stood completely vulnerable in a short t-shirt and my favorite Victoria’s Secret boy shorts. Every step I took produced a crinkling sound from the tent flooring, but I doubted anyone could hear it, including the person outside my tent, but I’m sure they could see my shadow.
    I slowly reached for my duffle and unzipped it, grabbing a pair of sweats, which I quickly slipped on. I watched as an arm stretched up and paused.
    He’s reaching for the zipper!
    My heart pounded. I went to scream, but nothing came out except a hoarse grunt. The figure’s arm stopped for a second as if he was gauging my response.
    A huge gust of wind blasted the side of my tent, rippling the fabric and my breath caught.
    The fingers began tugging on the zipper once more.
    “Liam,” I screamed , finally finding my voice.
    The shadow swiftly moved through the narrow space between our tents, escaping. Liam was instantly out of his tent, but then struggled with my tent door’s zipper.
    Throwing the fabric door open, Liam’s eyes were blazing,