Olivia – First Person POV

It was quiet.

Lucian had lit a small fire in the corner pit just outside the cabin we were staying in for the weekend. Flames crackled softly, licking at dry wood, casting long shadows that danced across the wooden porch. I sat on the old wicker loveseat with a blanket wrapped around my shoulders, staring at the stars.

He sat beside me.Just close enough that if I turned my hand slightly, I’d feel his knuckles brush mine.

Neither of us spoke for a long time. I wasn’t sure who would break the silence first. Maybe we both feared what came next. Because tonight, there were...