The Cabin Kiss (For Real This Time)

The leaves had thinned, golden light flickering through bare branches as the retreat neared its end. The forest had quieted, too—just the hush of a wind that whispered stories only the trees could translate. Ivy stepped out of Lake’s truck, her boots crunching the gravel of the familiar cabin path. She stared at the doorway that had once led to tension, lies, and a hundred breathless moments. Now, it feels different.

It felt like closure. Or maybe... ...