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They all swore they were only here for the weekend.
A simple escape — a countryside house with sprawling gardens, a view of the lake, and a promise of no distractions except wine, laughter, and late-night firelight.
But Layla had been in enough of these "friendly getaways" to know the real danger was never in the wine, or the laughter. It was in the way Damien's gaze lingered too long when she passed him the corkscrew. It was in the brush of Ethan's fingers against her lower back when he claimed he was "just moving past." It was in how Camille's low voice could turn an innocent question into something that made Layla's stomach twist and her skin flush.
They all knew each other. They all had histories. Some were spoken of openly, others left buried — though the weight of those unspoken memories sat heavy in the room whenever two people's eyes met for a beat too long.
No one would admit they came here for anything other than fresh air and shared meals. But as the weekend unfolded, Layla could feel the air growing warmer, thicker — the kind of warmth that made you aware of every inch of fabric against your skin, every accidental touch, every glance that lasted one heartbeat longer than it should.
And somewhere in that warmth, there was an unspoken truth: someone was going to cross a line before Sunday night.
