Jackie asked me to work another two days this week, and I was quick to say yes. Now, I am three hundred dollars richer. My initial thoughts about reception work was that it's not for me but the more time I spend in the office, I realize that I could do this job and possibly enjoy it. Jennie gives me a break from photocopying and has me answer the phones for an afternoon, by the end of the day I hardly feel any anxiety about the task. I take the full three days, but I get a good grasp on the scheduling system too.

Is being a receptionist what I want to do for a career? No, but maybe it's something I should do until I can decide what I want to take in university. What's the point of putting more money, and eventually debt into going to school when I will probably pick a major that I end up hating? This week has given me a lot to think about.

But now it's Friday and the only thing I want to think about is the camping trip with Nik and his friends. When Jennie told me that Chase had also invited her, I jumped up and down in excitement. My plan was to ask Nik if she could come anyway because I knew it would be one hundred times more fun if Jennie was there.

"Did you pack bug spray?" I question Jennie as she navigates the busy downtown streets.

"Sure did!" she chimes and I check it off the list on my phone. Obviously, I didn't bring any camping equipment with me to Vancouver, so I am heavily relying on Jennie for supplies. Nik and Chase reassured us we didn't need to worry about tents; they had that covered.

"Did Nik give you the whole 'no drugs' speel?" Jennie questions me as she speeds through a yellow light.

"No." I respond confused. "Did Chase give you the 'drugs are bad' speech or something?" I laugh and continue scrolling through our checklist.

"Not exactly. He just kind of drilled it into my head not to bring any. I mean, do I look like a druggie to you? It was weird." There is something about her tone that makes me feel defensive. In no way do I consider myself a 'druggie' but there was a short time when Becca and I did some experimenting.

"I mean, I will smoke a joint every now and again..." she trails off casually. I choose not to confront Jennie about her use of the word druggie even though it bothers me. This whole topic is so out of the norm for us; I steer away from it completely.

"Pillow?" I question her.

"Dammit!" she cries out. "I will have to steal one from Grandma Dee."

By the time we make our way out of the hellish downtown traffic and reach the condo we have exactly an hour before Nik, Chase and Hayden pick us up. They gave us strict instructions to be waiting downstairs, with everything ready to go by 6 p.m. Beverly, Clare, Jessica, Jordan and Cal are also coming but they left this morning.

I hustle around my bedroom, tossing things at Jennie for her to shove into my duffle bag. My veins are buzzing with excitement as the clock ticks closer and closer to 6 p.m. We triple check our list, and when we are sure we have everything we pose with our luggage and snap a couple of selfies for Instagram.

"It sucks these are the only pictures I will get to post from this weekend." I complain as Jennie continues to take pictures of herself.

"You should just tell her baby! She will find out eventually the longer you wait the worse it will be."

I know she is right, ever since the party when I posted pictures of Jennie and I on Instagram and Becca followed Jennie, I knew social media might be the death of me. I have given Jennie strict orders not to post any pictures with Chase, or at least not to tag him in any. If Becca gets nosy, it wouldn't be long until she stumbled on a photo of Nik. Luckily, Nik doesn't have an Instagram but I know for a fact there are pictures of him on Chase and Hayden's.

"I will after this weekend." I promise.

"Mhmmm, sure ya will." My phone vibrates in my hand. "Speak of the devil." Jennie reads Becca's name from my screen. I debate not answering the video chat but I won't be calling her all weekend so I swipe to answer the call.

"Hey!" I sound overly cheery. "I'm just about to leave. Say hi to Jennie!" I turn the phone to Jennie who waves with one hand, while still taking a photo with the other.

"I'm so jealous. It's raining here." Becca complains.

"Lame. What are your plans for the weekend?" Jennie leaves the room with her phone to her ear, shutting the door behind her.

"Going to the country bar, check out my new boots." She holds a pair of black and silver cowboy boots up to the camera. "They are going to hurt like a bitch though because I haven't broken them in yet."

Jennie comes bounding back into the room screeching in excitement "Nik just called, they are almost here!" My eyes go wide and my phone slips from my hands. Jennie slams her hand over her mouth and looks at me with apologetic eyes. I take a deep breath and try to relax my face before picking up the phone. It's just a name. It's just a name, I tell myself.

"Sorry, about that." I laugh to Becca who is looking annoyed. "I didn't mean to drop you. She scared the shit out of me." My most genuine smile plasters my face and I pray she doesn't see through it. Her eyes narrow and I am certain she is about to accuse me of treachery.

"I guess that means I have to let you go." relief washes over me "Take care of her Jennie!" Becca calls through the phone.

"Will do!" Jennie squeaks back.

"Love you, bye!" I wave quickly and end the call. When I round on Jennie, she is already frantically apologizing. I am extremely tempted to beat her to death with a pillow but resist the urge.

"There is no way she could have guessed just by me saying the name, right?" Jennie asks as we haul my bag towards the elevator.

"No," I mumble back. Even though my secret is still safe, that was way too close for comfort. The moment I get home from this camping trip, I have to tell Becca about Nik.

"I am so sorry, Haven." Jennie apologizes again, I tell her to shut up or I am going to convince Nik to leave her behind. "Chase would never let him do that!" she retorts and sticks her tongue out at me, "And apparently Chase is driving, anyway." I look to Jennie confused. "I know, I thought Nik was driving. But that's why Nik called me off of Chase's phone, because Chase is driving."

"What does Chase drive?" I question her as the elevator dings and the doors open onto the lobby.

"He drives a tiny two-seater sports car, we must still be taking the truck or we won't all..." Jennie cuts herself off and drops the handle of my bag, leaving all the weight to tug on my arm. I nearly fall over. "This is what they call camping?" Jennie exclaims with a shocked expression across her face.

I look up and out the window just as a gigantic RV comes to a complete stop in front of the building. My jaw drops as I take in the massive sight before me. No wonder they were so adamant that we wouldn't need tents. We gawk at the thing a moment before either of us speaks.

"I guess I could have brought my hair straightener." I murmur. Jennie turns to me and we both fall into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. "Come on!" we each grab a strap from my bag and haul it outside. There is a loud hissing noise as the door to the RV opens, Nik and Hayden emerge with wide grins on their faces.

"Your glampers!" Jennie accuses but bounds towards the door of the RV. "My bag is in my car!" She tosses her keys at Hayden, who fumbles them but catches it.

While Jennie checks out the RV, I check out Nik who I haven't seen all week. He looks ridiculously handsome in a plain black t-shirt, shorts, and a white hat turned backwards. My literal weakness: guys wearing white hats. My body heats, my heart quickens and I am almost positive he remembers my taste for this look because he stares me dead in the eyes, adjusts the hat on his head and grins.

Damn.

"Hey Haven."

"Hey." My voice cracks and I try to cover it up with a short coughing fit.

"You don't pack light." He jokes as he swings my bag over his shoulder, the muscles in his arms ripple and then bulge from the strain. "Come check this thing out. "

I follow him into the RV and soak it all in. The interior is all wood and cream colored. A long couch stretches across one wall and two leather chairs sit across from it. A dining booth, big enough to fit six, is piled high with bags, boxes of food and beverages. The giant TV is mounted into the wall above the oversized, plush leather driver's seat where Chase is casually lounging, looking impatient.

As we walk further into the RV, we reach the full-sized kitchen, complete with marble countertops and a double sink. The bathroom is just off the kitchen, followed by a three-level bunk bed with a double bed opposite them. At the very back of the RV is a bedroom with a massive bed covered in a gorgeous red bedspread and another bathroom.

"It's sick, right?" Nik looks around, taking in the space just like I am.

"Who does this thing belong to?"

"It's Chase's parents. They bought it last summer, we have been begging them to let us take it out, and they finally said yes." he rubs his hands together excitedly, and I can't help but laugh at him. His eyes have a glint in them, and his smile is so big a small dimple appears in his cheek. How have I never noticed that dimple?

"What are you laughing at?" he asks before grabbing me around the waist and tackling me onto the bed. I shriek in response and struggle against him as he tickles my ribs and my stomach. My laughter sounds too loud in the space, and I beg him to stop but he is relentless.

"Please! Please! You're going to make me pee my pants!" I cry loudly as a tear rolls down my face from laughing so hard. He stops tickling me, I stop squirming and try to catch my breath.

I am laying with my back on the bed, one leg bent at the knee the other laying out flat. My chest is rising and falling rapidly. Nik is straddling my leg, his hands no longer attacking me with tickles, are on either side of me, holding his weight as he hovers above me. My breathing hitches in my chest as I look up and see his smiling face staring down at me. His brown eyes search mine for a hint of what I am feeling in this moment.

Isn't it obvious by my racing heart? My flushed cheeks and the heat radiating off my body? I am so tempted to wrap my leg around his waist and pull his body down onto mine. It takes every ounce of my willpower to lay there, unmoving while he hovers over me.

"If I remember correctly," he takes one hand and puts it on my leg, "there is one ticklish spot." his hand slides steadily down my bare thigh and I let out the smallest gasp. A spark lights in his eyes and his mischievous grin is replaced by a cocky smirk. His hand stops on my inner thigh and his fingers trail a slow teasing circle on the delicate skin there. "That drives you absolutely crazy." he finishes in the softest tone that sends a delicious tremble down my body. Every nerve ending is going wild inside of me.

"Well, this is kinda hot." the light extinguishes from Nik's eyes at the sound of Jennie's voice in the doorway. He lets his head hang and slowly sits up but continues straddling my leg. I can see Jennie now, framed in the doorway with Chase directly behind her, a huge grin on his face.

"Ready to go?" Nik questions Chase, ignoring Jennies comment.

"Let's do it! Come on, leave these two alone." Chase wraps an arm around Jennie's waist and pulls her away but not before they both wink at us. I feel my face go beet red and cover it with my hands. The pressure of Nik's weight returns to the bed and when I remove my hands from my face, he has repositioned himself over top of me. His hands press into the bed on either side of me, trapping me in place. Like I would want to move.

I meet his eyes and try to decipher what the hell he is thinking. What is he about to do? Why is he staring at me so intently? Is he looking at me and trying to figure out what is going through my head?

"I missed you this week." He breaks the silence as the sound of the RV's engine roars to life.

"I missed you too." I whisper breathlessly.

He jumps up from the bed just as the RV moves forward. The motion nearly sends him toppling back on top of me. I wish it did. "Come on," he holds his hand out to me and pulls me up off the bed. His eyes never leave mine as he intertwines our fingers.

"Friends can hold hands right?" he questions innocently.

I am tempted to tell him that friends can do a hell of a lot more than just hold hands. Because in this moment my body is begging for more. I have a raging need for him that is demanding to be met. But somehow I control myself.

"Of course they can." I smile squeezing his hand as he leads me from the bedroom. As my brain tries to process what the hell just happened I am left with the feeling that maybe Nik is playing games with me.