*Ashley*
The fire crackles warmly beside us, its glow flickering against the rustic walls of the cabin. I take a sip of the coffee Lucas made, the rich aroma wrapping around me like a soft blanket. Outside, the storm rages on, snow swirling in every direction, but in here, it feels different. Safe.
I steal a glance at him. Lucas is gazing around the room, a thoughtful look on his face. “You know what would make this even better?” he says suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence.
“What?” I ask, intrigued.
“A TV,” he replies with a playful grin. “Imagine curling up here, watching some terrible reality show while the snow piles up outside.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “A TV? Really? You’re such a city boy.”
He shrugs, his smile broadening. “What’s wrong with a little entertainment? But
