Leah Corbyn couldn’t stop fidgeting, unable to relax. Her spiky brown bangs kept wanting to fall into her eyes, and one bare foot tapped urgently against the other.
Normally she’d have been thrilled by her current circumstances. Weekend trip to a quiet cabin out in the woods of Chiltern Hills, alone with a gorgeous redhead? Perfect. Absolute heaven.
Now, though, she felt utterly terrified as she looked at the clock on the wall again.
I have to get out of here, Leah thought to herself as she tried to gently extract herself from the aforementioned gorgeous woman. Amy was curled next to her on the sofa, loose long hair spilling down her side and seemingly oblivious to Leah’s plight as she used her shoulder as a headrest.
She’d plopped down on the couch after dinner when Amy had joined her
