Curt wrapped his arms aroud Nikki's waist once again, and he shook his body in a fake, exaggerated shiver. Pulling her closer, he put his head on her shoulder.
"It's chilly babe, and Holden wouldn't cuddle."
Of course, maybe Alec would have, but that would not be welcomed. His body shuddered at the thought, and he once again held Nikki close. The kid never really snapped at him as much as he did at others, and seemed to talk to him in a different tone than others. Weird. Maybe having some noisy sex in a tent would remind Alec that Curt was into chicks.
His eyes looked up in a beggy dog way towards his girlfriend's friend. Nikki was asking about the sound, but Curt was busy trying to signal. He briefly made eye contact with Missy only to have his eyes turn and look at the tents entrance. Then back to her, then the tents entrance. He adjusted his grip on his girlfriend and raised an eyebrow at Missy.
Missy rolled her eyes and nodded. Being in the tent would be fun for nobody. Except maybe Curt, the pig probably liked having an audience to his deeds. And Nikki's approval or denial of tent sex would probably be determined by what stage of her menstrual cycle she was in. Angry hormones vs regular hormones. Or maybe she was just moody. Missy wasn't on hers, and she'd been trying to sync up for a few weeks now.
She unzipped the tent, bringing a big goofy smile from Curt. She playfully flipped him off and went back to the fire. Holden wasn't there, so she wouldn't have to play friends, and Crovo wasn't there, so she didn't have to play student. He'd never been a strict teacher, but his up and down glances of the girls in the class were very unnerving.
Holly was silent. Erica was weirdly perky. And Damon... had weed?! There was something to do with the rest of the group while Curt and Nikki fucked. She set her voice to "casually sexy."
"Can I get in on this?"
Holden was just laying there, his heat slowly diffusing out of his body. His metabolism had come to a halt, and now there was no thermal effects from the chemical reactions to maintain his body temperature.
A slight steam rose from the blood pooling around his wrists. The hunting knife Curt had unnecessarily purchased for the trip lay just beside him. His finger twitched once more.
There was sign no struggle, but also no note. The only ominous message left behind had been lazily traced with a bloodstained finger.