The storm hit just after midnight.
Thunder rolled like a growl across the mountain. Rain pelted the windows in angry sheets. And then—with a sudden flicker—the lights went out.
I lay in bed for a moment, listening. The whole cabin was dark, quiet, but I knew I wasn’t the only one awake.
The house felt… charged. Like something was about to happen.
I slipped out of bed and pulled on my silk robe—thin, barely-there, barely tied. No underwear. No shame.
I padded barefoot down the creaky stairs, candle in hand. The living room glowed dimly—soft light from a few candles someone had already lit. Probably Noah. He was the sweet one.
But it wasn’t Noah I saw first.
It was Luca—shirtless, sprawled on the couch, drink in hand again. The candlelight danced over his abs and tattoos, his smirk la
