Four Days Later, we’d been here for four days. Four days of exploring each other—morning, night, and everything in between. It was like we’d become addicted to each other’s touch, each other’s presence.

By day, we wandered the woods, hand in hand, laughing and stealing kisses. But as night fell, something deeper took over. Passion. Need. Intimacy that left us breathless.

I arched my back and let out a soft sigh as Aaron’s breath fanned over my skin. He was gasping too—he always ...