The weekend after the mixer felt like stepping into another world. Damien had texted her Friday afternoon with a simple message. Pack a bag. We are leaving campus for two days.
Kenzie had smiled so wide her cheeks hurt. She packed light: one sundress, comfortable clothes, and nothing else. She knew she would not need much.
He picked her up in his black SUV just after sunset. The city lights faded behind them as they drove north toward a quiet cabin he had rented on the edge of the lake.
When they arrived, the cabin was perfect. Wooden beams, a huge stone fireplace, and a king bed that faced wide glass doors overlooking the water. Damien carried her bag inside, then pulled her into his arms the moment the door clicked shut.
“No more games tonight,” he said, voice low. “I want all of y
