Hooded figures in the night

"How about..." he began, mind only half on the task. He was thinking about her again, and even though she was right in front of him he felt far apart from him. He felt something more for the girl, but didn't want to admit it in case she rejected him. He was still sorting through the feelings in his heart, and for a moment looked at her longingly. He was quick to snap back into reality, and tore his gaze away. "A good place to get warm? Maybe a sunning rock, or a log or something?" he blurted out, not wanting her to get that he had been thinking about something other then exploring. But he never was good at hiding his feelings.