Justine's lips quirk into a smirk as she rose to her feet. "I think I can do that." The tip of her fingers trail across Harry's shoulders before heading towards the small shelter, her hips drawing his gaze to her ass.

"I am very skilled at listening to my body." Her words wrapped deliciously around her words.

She slipped into the small shelter, watching as the wind picked up the sheer curtains around it. It was filled with pillows and Justine couldn't help but think how wonderful of a place this would be for a small orgy.

"Blanket fort." She hummed softly. "Does that mean it needs a code name?" And a sign that reads: no boys allowed.