Damien stepped out briefly and returned moments later with their bags. He carried them to the walk-in closet, lingering for a heartbeat, tempted to unpack everything himself—but Maya shook her head with a small smile. “I’ve got it.” He nodded, letting her take charge.
Once the bags were tucked away, Damien drifted toward the kitchen, humming softly. Maya finished unpacking and paused, taking in the room. The cabin’s warm lights cast gentle shadows across the bed and walls, while through the windows the ocean stretched into darkness, moonlight glimmering on the waves.
Drawn by the view, she stepped toward the deck. The night air was cool against her skin, carrying the faint scent of salt and rustling leaves. Leaning on the railing, she breathed deeply, letting the world narrow to the two
