❄ Camille ❄
The cabin kitchen was cramped enough that we had to take turns breathing. Sebastian stood at the tiny stove, his shoulders angled so I could reach the counter. I chopped onions beside the sink, and the fire in the living area crackled behind us. I couldn’t help but admire the way the light bounced off the honey-colored logs. Outside, the snow kept sliding down the glass doors in thick, quiet sheets, which only added to the intimate atmosphere.
I still couldn’t believe he had brought me here.
For a whole weekend. Far from Everford and the office. A part of me expected him to call it a mistake and drive us back. Another part of me wanted to lean into it and see what he did when we weren’t stealing moments. That is the only reason I came with him. Because I wanted more. Sebas
