9
Lena’s POV
The drive back from the cabin felt colder than it should’ve. I sat with my legs pulled up on the passenger seat, wearing one of his old hoodies and nothing underneath.
Neither of us said what we were thinking.
We didn’t talk about how many times we’d touched each other this weekend, how many ways we pretended we weren’t who we were. In that cabin, we weren’t uncle and niece. We were lovers. Real ones. Ones who didn’t need to look over their shoulder.
But now the rearview mirror was full of it.
When we got home, everything reminded me that we were making a grave mistake, over and over again. I went straight upstairs to shower and I stood under the hot water too long. My skin was raw when I finally stepped out, wrapped in a towel, damp hair clinging to my back. I heard him
