*Roanne’s POV*

The lake's glassy surface mirrored the waning light, shards of the dying day dancing across its gentle ripples. Michael and I claimed the secret haven, a secluded table nestled in the corner, nature's whispering embrace encircling us with an intimacy that felt both daring and dangerous.

"Quite the view," he murmured, his voice a smooth caress against the backdrop of rustling leaves and distant birdsong.

"Michael," I began, a name now ...