The drive up the mountain took forever, and every mile made me question my choices. My boyfriend, Ryan, had promised this would be our perfect getaway. A week at his family’s old cabin, just the two of us, snow, hot chocolate, and time away from college stress. But two days before we were supposed to leave, Ryan called me in a panic. His finals had gotten rescheduled, and he couldn’t get out of them. He felt terrible, but he insisted I still go.
“You can take my brother,” he said over the phone. “Ethan’s been working nonstop. He needs the break too, and he knows the cabin like the back of his hand. You’ll be fine.”
I agreed too quickly. Maybe I shouldn’t have. Ethan was Ryan’s older brother, the one I’d had a stupid crush on since the first time Ryan brought me home for dinner two years
