Lynn was the first to move. She rose slowly, giving Allie time to feel her own breath settle, time for the last echoes of sensation to fade into something steadier and more grounded. When Lynn stood, she did not rush to adjust her dress or reclaim composure. She simply came back into herself, calm and certain, like someone returning to a familiar room. Allie watched her with a softness that surprised her. Jack remained be...

Allie emerged from the bedroom slowly, as if she were aware of every eye on her. The dress clung to her in a way that felt intentional, dark, known, and unapologetic. It was one she used to wear years ago, back when experimentation had felt like permission rather than possibility. Back when she and Jack had gone looking for something unnamed and electric, but never fully found it. Lynn felt it immediately. Not just attrac...

Lynn scanned the crowd at baggage claim, her heart racing. A familiar figure stepped into view, Jack. He looked taller than she remembered, broader, and impossibly calm. Her pulse jumped. Jack spotted her immediately, a grin breaking across his face. He strode over, arms open, and she stepped into them. The hug was brief but electric, and then, without thinking, they kissed. Just a quick press of lips, teasing, testing, b...

Lynn gripped the armrest, staring out the small oval window as clouds scrolled by beneath the plane. The engines hummed steadily, the seat vibrating gently under her. She hated flying, always had, but here she was, thousands of feet in the air, heart racing for reasons that had little to do with turbulence. It wasn’t the plane that made her tense. It was Jack. It had all started innocently enough. After graduation, Jack,...