It takes Davin a moment to catch onto James' meaning, considering that he's distracted with spreading out on top of him, but once he does he looks up with a blush staining his cheeks. He smiles softly and leans in for a kiss before sitting up, straddling James' waist as he pulls off his own t-shirt and tosses it aside.

The sun is sinking and a light breeze flutters through the tent, raising goosebumps on Davin's skin, and he scoots back to zip up the tent flap. He moves to unlace James' shoes, shooting little smiles up at him as he pulls them off.

"I believe it is, detective," Davin says once they both have their shoes off. He leans in and slides his hands up James' shirt, following the skin revealed with a trail of kisses before he pulls it over his head and tosses it aside. "And I promise it'll be a good one."