Giving a thoughtful facial shrug, Cam nodded. That was a good point, actually. They ask could've woken up together, out by the beach, but they hadn't. He'd woken up near a pretty decent site to set to camp, complete with fresh water.
His eyes shifted to Finnick's hand on his arm again and then back up in time to catch the suggestive look.
Not happening. That's not happening, that's in your head, he told himself, swallowing thickly and hating himself more than a little when he found his eyes moving again, from meeting Finnick's down to the other man's mouth before he forced them back up again. Cam cleared his throat once more. "Cool, yeah. I, uh...fishing sounds like a good skill to have on a primitive tropical island..."