*Roanne's POV*
The lake's glassy surface mirrored the waning light, shards of the dying day dancing across its gentle ripples. Michael and I claimed the secret haven, a secluded table nestled in the corner, nature's whispering embrace encircling us with an intimacy that felt both daring and dangerous.
"Quite the view," he murmured, his voice a smooth caress against the backdrop of rustling leaves and distant birdsong.
"Michael," I began, a name now laden with complexities I was only beginning to unravel. "I never imagined—"
"Shh," he interrupted, a single finger raised to his lips, eyes glinting with mischief. "Let's savor the silence for just a moment longer."
Despite the tranquil setting, my skin prickled with an electric current of curiosity about him. As I feigned calm, my gaze be
