Danielle scrambled off of him, her legs unsteady as she backed away from the bed. Her body trembled with the echoes of what had just happened. The silence in the cabin was suffocating, pressing in on her. Her breaths were ragged, uneven, as she tried to process what her body had already done. She couldn’t look at Seth, couldn’t meet his eyes. The shame, confusion, and the overwhelming weight of the moment threatened to drown her.
She heard Seth shift, his voice hesitant. “Are you—”
“I’m fine,” she snapped, harsher than she meant to.
She felt his eyes on her, but she refused to face him. Instead, she began to pace the cramped space, her footsteps loud in the quiet room. She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to calm her racing thoughts. The air felt thick, oppressive, as the weight
