The next morning, the cabin felt different. The air was thick with unspoken desire, every glance carrying extra weight. Sophia woke up alone in her bed, but the faint ache between her legs reminded her of Marcus inside her the night before. She smiled to herself and headed to the kitchen.
Marcus was already there, flipping eggs at the stove. When she walked in wearing a loose tank top and tiny cotton shorts, his eyes swept over her body—lingering on her bare legs and the way her n*****s poked against the thin fabric. She loved the heat in his stare. It made her feel powerful and wanted.
They tried to keep things normal. Breakfast was simple—eggs, toast, and coffee on the deck. They talked about the lake and her college plans, but every look felt loaded. Sophia caught him watching the swa
