Lila’s P.O.V.
The cabin was filled with the comfortable sounds of post-dinner cleanup. The clinking of plates, the hum of conversation, and the occasional burst of laughter echoed off the rustic wooden walls. I busied myself with drying the dishes, doing everything I could to keep my focus on the task at hand and not on the man I’d been avoiding all evening—Skye.
I had done an admirable job of it so far, keeping my distance from Skye as we all mingled around the dinner table. I hadn’t let my eyes linger too long on him, and I hadn’t allowed my thoughts to wander back to that kiss we had shared—or at least, I hadn’t let them linger too long. But now, with the evening winding down and everyone settling in for the night, I was running out of excuses to keep myself distracted.
Just as I tho
