*Ashley*
I wake to the soft, warm glow of morning light filtering through the cabin’s small window. Blinking against the brightness, I stretch, my body still tingling with the remnants of last night’s electrifying moments. I roll over and find the bed empty beside me, the sheets cool where Lucas had been. A faint scent of coffee wafts through the air, teasing my senses and pulling me from the remnants of sleep.
I swing my legs over the side of the bed, my heart fluttering with a mix of excitement and lingering nerves. What happened last night was a whirlwind, and I can't help but replay every moment in my mind. Despite the thrill that courses through me, doubt creeps in as I wonder how Lucas feels about it now. Did it mean as much to him as it did to me? And what did it actually mean to
