CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE: CABIN WEEKEND
Mia’s text arrived Friday afternoon with no explanation, just an address and a time. Kyle packed a bag without asking questions. When she pulled up outside his dorm in her black SUV, the backseat already held two duffel bags and a small black case that made his pulse jump.
The drive took two hours. Mia kept one hand on the wheel and the other resting high on his thigh, occasionally squeezing. She didn’t let him touch her once. By the time the cabin came into view, it was a modern glass and cedar perched on a private lake, Kyle’s c**k was half-hard from anticipation alone.
Inside, the space was open and luxurious, with windows overlooking the water. A massive sectional faced a stone fireplace. Mia dropped her keys on the counter and turned to him.
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