The Bedroom Tension

Lake

I’d survived shooting in the Amazon rainforest, sleeping in a car in New Mexico, and dodging feral goats on a documentary set in Morocco.

But nothing… nothing… had prepared me for the sheer chaos of one damn mosquito in a tiny, overly romantic, couples-retreat cabin.

It was around 2:37 a.m. I know that because the clock on the nightstand kept blinking like it knew I wasn’t going to sleep anyway. The bed creaked as I shifted, already warm from Ivy’s body being ...