This place. His cabin. Feels like both the start of something new and the echo of a hundred cherished memories. It’s not like I’ve been here a hundred times, but last time I was here, things were simpler. Just me, Sebastian, and a dinner he cooked for me that I’ll admit, I still think about. He’s a surprisingly good cook. For a guy who could have anyone make him dinner, he actually knows his way around a kitchen. Who knew?
I try not to overthink it, but every time I step foot in here, I can’t help but feel like I’ve crossed some invisible line. Like this place is where everything between us began to change. Last time we shared a meal together, it wasn’t just about the food. There was this undercurrent. A tension in the air that wasn’t there before.
So here I am again, back in his kitche
