Growing on Me | Jack & Vera
Jack would never say it aloud, but he was impressed with the amount of things Vera seemed to be able to cram into the two traveling bags she always brought with her. When it came to setting up camp, his tastes were simple. Her’s, on the other hand were much more elaborate.
He’d set up the tents and then threw a couple of rabbits over the fire. In the meantime, she had changed for dinner (as was her habit) and had made a place for herself under the tree with a small folding table set with china and silverware. By the time she’d arranged all of this just so, he’d already picked through his own dinner with his hands before she had even taken her seat.
Everything finally seemed arranged, but she was trekking from one side of their camp to the other and then back to the car; walking about the forest in her dress and heels as though she was the mistress of a fine city house somewhere, and not someone who would be sleeping on the hard ground in a few hours. He knew what she was looking for, but he was having too much fun watching her search round in round for it to tell her where it was.
Finally, he raised an amused eyebrow, pulling her seat cushion that he had swiped that morning from his bag. He did make the effort to stand and place it with an exaggerated gesture where she meant to sit. “Your Highness.” On his way back to his spot by the fire, he swiped a bite of her untouched food. He smirked. “It’s gone cold.”










