The closer Jerica got, the more unsure she felt. What if he wasn't there? What if she was intruding? But before she could overthink further, Jared's head popped out of the tent flap, his face softening when he saw her.
Jerica let out a relieved sigh. "I need to pee," she said, her voice small, her lips forming a pout. She hoped Jared wouldn't tease her or make her beg. She didn't have it in her tonight.
Jared stepped out immediately, not wasting a second. "Come on," he said, his voice gentle. Without waiting for her to ask, he led her to the port-a-potties.
Before she could protest, he chose one, opened it, and meticulously cleaned it for her. He stepped out, looking at her with a satisfied smile.
"Thank you…" Jerica whispered, her voice soft but filled with gratitude as she stepped inside.
When she emerged, her eyes caught sight of the "Out of Order" sign Jared had hung on the door of the one she'd just used. She raised an eyebrow.
