The cabin was warm, filled with the crackling melody of burning wood. The fire cast golden hues against the stone walls, flickering shadows dancing across the room. She stood near the window, the mountain air chilling the glass, but inside, heat radiated from more than just the fire.
Her sweater, deep crimson, clung to her curves, slipping slightly off one shoulder. The fabric was soft, teasing against her skin, but the sensation that truly ignited her wasn’t the touch of wool—it was his gaze. He stood across the room, drink in hand, watching. Devouring.
She turned slowly, her lips parting as if she were about to say something—but she didn’t need to. The silence between them pulsed with unspoken hunger.
“You’re staring,” she murmured, a teasing smirk playing at the corner of her mouth.
He took a slow step forward, then another, until he was close enough to feel her warmth, the scent of her perfume mingling with the woodsmoke. His fingers traced the edge of her sleeve, then slid lower, lingering against her wrist before gripping her hand.
“I can’t help it,” he admitted, voice husky.
She tilted her chin up, daring him to move closer, to close the remaining space between them. The fire roared behind them, but the real inferno sparked between their bodies. His lips hovered near hers, hesitation thick with anticipation.
The night stretched ahead—long, cold, and endless. But here, in this secluded cabin, wrapped in heat and desire, there was only one certainty.
Neither of them would be getting any sleep tonight.
