Under the stars

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As the days passed, things between them grew more comfortable. They spent hours talking—about nothing and everything—sitting on the dock, taking long walks through the woods, or just lying in the grass, looking up at the stars. The others, of course, knew. It wasn't hard to tell, especially with Race practically yelling at Spot every time he walked into a room with Charlie by his side.

"I'm just saying, man," Race teased one evening, "if you two keep this up, I'm gonna have to start charging you rent for all the space you're taking up in my head."

Spot rolled his eyes, but a smile tugged at his lips. "Shut up, Race."

"It's cool, though," Race said, leaning back in his chair. "Honestly, you guys are kinda cute. If it weren't for the fact that you're both so damn stubborn, I'd say I'm rooting for you."

Charlie chuckled beside him, her hand slipping into Spot's. "Thanks, Race. We'll try not to break your heart."

"You two are already killing me, but I'll survive," Race shot back, throwing them both a wink.

The next few days felt like a whirlwind of emotions, of laughter, of teasing, and of genuine connection. But as their time at camp drew to a close, both Spot and Charlie knew the real test would come when they had to leave this place. Would their connection last once the summer was over? Or would it fade like so many camp romances before it?

Charlie wasn't sure yet, but she knew one thing for certain. For the first time in a long time, she was ready to take the risk.

And Spot? Well, he was starting to think maybe, just maybe, he was ready too.

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