Their First Night Cuddle (Mandatory Exercise)

Lake

The cabin felt impossibly quiet that night, but Ivy’s thoughts were anything but.

Somewhere across the room, Lake was flipping through a book like he wasn’t half-naked under the world’s thinnest blanket. She, meanwhile, was pacing. Overthinking. Mentally rewriting her life choices.

A mandatory spooning exercise. Who in the world thought that was a good idea?

“Hey,” Lake said casually from the bed, “You gonna pace all night or ...