The bonfire festival ended and drums had quieted, but for Leah and Sath, sleep did not come easily that night.
Leah lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling as her thoughts raced, each one circling back to Sath—She could still feel the touch of his hand in hers, the memory sending a flutter through her chest.
She tried to calm her racing heart, reminding herself that tomorrow's trek to the lake would be just another outing. But the thought of being alone with him, surrounded by the stillness of nature, only made her nerves tangle further.
In the guest room, Sath wasn't faring much better. He lay on his back, one arm slung over his forehead as he replayed the night's events. The way Leah had looked under the golden glow of the bonfire—her dress shimmering like the stars, her eyes silently
