The next morning, Sophia woke up with her body still buzzing from the night before. She could feel a faint soreness between her legs, a sweet reminder of Marcus stretching and filling her on the porch railing. Her cheeks heated at the memory, but there was no regret—only a fresh wave of heat low in her belly. She wanted more.
She found Marcus in the kitchen already making breakfast. He wore a simple white t-shirt that hugged his broad chest and shorts that sat low on his hips. When he looked up at her, his eyes darkened instantly. The air between them felt thick and electric, like one spark could set the whole cabin on fire.
They tried to act normal. Sophia poured coffee while Marcus flipped pancakes. They sat at the small wooden table by the window, talking about the weather and plans f
