The woods

Part 12

Zosia's POV

We walk back to camp buzzing off our success. 'Who knew we were so good at riddles.' Ollie sniggers.
I laugh. 'I think we have to much time to waste.'
Silence fills the jungle yet again.
'How will we tell them?' I whisper as we walk into the camp.
Raf shrugs his shoulders and slumps onto an empty hammock.
Ollie looks me in the eye. 'I've got this.' he smiles. I nod and perch on the logs by the fire.
'Good or bad news first.' He states.
Cara and Dom stop chatting and look up.
'Um good?' Dom replies.
'Ok well we got all 5 meals.' Ollie explains.
'And the bad?' Cara asks.
'Raf, Zosia and I are all immune from the vote off,' I look to see their faces. Dom looks devastated and Cara looks glum. 'Sorry.'
Ollie joins me on the log.
'That didn't go too bad.' I laugh.
I hear him laugh too.
My eyes are lead into his and I stare at them for a while - until he catches me.
I look away awkwardly, but then I notice he's staring at mine.
Somehow my hand finds his and I don't feel so weird with two cameras in my face.
I feel my hand being squeezed like a lemon and my shoulder rotating to face him.
His hand connects with my face and I feel warm inside.
Cliche I know.
I can't make a move.
Can I?
What if he rejects me?
Especially with the cameras.
No.
Why not?
Go for it...
'Stuff it.' I mumble before grabbing his cheeks and colliding my lips onto his.