In the last installment of Cabin Fever
In the first installment of Cabin Fever
The final morning at the cabin arrived with a heavy kind of quiet. Jax woke first, Mason’s arm still draped loosely over his waist, their legs wrapped together under the sheets. He lay there for a long time, staring at the ceiling while sunlight crept across the room, highlighting the half-packed bags by the door. Everything felt too real now—the month was truly ending.
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