CHAPTER 2
Cabin 7 was empty for maintenance, the kids in Cabin 8 snoring softly next door. We slipped inside during inspection rounds, flashlights off, hearts hammering so loud I was sure the whole forest could hear them. The door clicked shut behind us with a soft snick that felt way too final, and the thick summer darkness wrapped around us like a secret we weren’t supposed to keep. My pulse was racing, thighs already slick under my thin camp shorts, because every single night this summer had been building to this moment, and now here we were, two i***t counselors about to risk everything for a taste of what we’d been teasing each other with since the first bonfire.
“You’re shaking,” Enzo murmured against my neck. He backed me toward the lower bunk, hands sliding possessively around my
