Rachel eventually dozed off, her head still resting against my shoulder. Her breathing slowed and evened out as sleep finally took over.
I carefully glanced back toward the bamboo house. Through the open doorway, I could see that both Maya and Mom had also fallen asleep inside. Satisfied that no one was watching, I adjusted my arm around Rachel, pulling her a little closer so she could lean against me more comfortably.
The soft, full weight of her breast pressed warmly against my side through the thin, barely-there leaf bra as she slept. Every slow breath she took made the soft flesh shift slightly against me.
The night passed quietly. By the time the first pale light of dawn began to filter through the trees, the fire had burned down to glowing embers — the last of the wood had been used up.
