He stood up and walked away.
"Where are you going?" Charlotte Wilson exclaimed.
"If you are feeling shy, I'll go somewhere else." Logan Franklin said.
"Don't!" Charlotte Wilson cried out, "Don't leave ... "
Logan Franklin stopped in his tracks and looked at Charlotte Wilson.
She immediately lowered her gaze and said, "I...I'm worried that you'll get lost ..."
She was too shy to say that she was afraid of being left alone in this strange place, feeling that without Logan Franklin there, danger would lurk around every corner.
"Stay here...you can have your back to me while I'm drying my clothes over here. It's fine," Charlotte Wilson, looking up again, said eagerly to Logan Franklin.
Logan Franklin looked at Charlotte Wilson next to the fire pit.
The firelight reflected on her cheeks, giving her a different kind of glow, her eyes were full of yearning, as if pleading with him with a desperate and pitiful gaze.
Logan Franklin was momentarily stunned.
