[Samara]
I spotted Wesley and Heather on the couch as I entered the cabin. They were wrapped up around each other, fast asleep. I smiled at them before I carefully headed for the bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, so I pushed it open. Dylan lay on the bed, on his stomach, soft snores filled the room and I smiled. I was in love with him, and Ben had been right. I had been self-sabotaging our relationship out of fear. I crept into the room and watched him for a moment. I didn’t want to wake him, but I also couldn’t wait. I needed to fix this now.
“Dylan,” I whispered as I shook his arm to wake him up. He groaned as he rolled onto his side. “Dylan, wake up,”
“Huh?” he moaned as his eyes fluttered open.
“Dylan, it’s me, wake up,” Dylan turned his head and looked at me, confused.
“Sama
