Sarah sat cross-legged on the bedroom floor, surrounded by a chaotic sprawl of clothes. She pulled out a sundress she hadn’t worn since last summer, holding it up against herself and squinting toward the mirror. Maybe. She tossed it onto the bed with a little sigh and reached for the next item in the pile.
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Behind her, Jake lounged against the headboard with his phone in hand, scrolling with a lazy thumb. Every so often he’d glance up, watching her with an amused smirk tugging at his lips.
"You know," he said, "for a two-night trip, you’re packing like we’re moving across the country."
Sarah didn't look up. "I like to have options."
"You've got six pairs of shoes over there," he pointed out. "What kind of options are you planning for? A fashion show?"
She grinned and folded a pair of denim shorts. "Maybe. You never know what the vibe will be."
Jake chuckled, setting his phone down on the nightstand. "The vibe is drunk and half-dressed in a hot tub. Same as every time we get together with these people."
Sarah laughed, conceding the point. But still, she fussed with her packing. It wasn’t just about having enough outfits. There was a low hum of energy buzzing under her skin that she couldn’t quite shake. Excitement, nerves—she wasn’t sure. She just knew it had been too long since they’d done something like this. Since she’d felt… well, anything outside of the daily grind.
"You excited to see everyone again?" Jake asked, stretching his arms overhead.
Sarah nodded, distractedly smoothing the sundress into a neat fold. "Yeah. It's been too long."
He watched her for a moment, his gaze a little too knowing. "Even Evan?"
Sarah froze for half a second before forcing herself to keep folding. "Oh my god," she said, laughing it off. "Are you seriously bringing that up?"
Jake grinned wide. "Come on. It’s cute. You had the biggest crush on him back in the day."
"I did not," she said, even though they both knew it wasn’t entirely true.
"You totally did," Jake teased, swinging his legs off the bed. "You used to go all dreamy-eyed whenever he took his shirt off at the lake."
Sarah felt her face heat up. She grabbed a rolled-up pair of socks and threw them at him. "That was a million years ago."
Jake caught the socks easily, laughing. "Yeah, yeah. Sure."
She shook her head, but the smile lingered on her lips. It had been a long time ago—back when everything was a little more raw, a little more dangerous. She’d been twenty-two, a little reckless, maybe too willing to flirt with the idea of something forbidden. Not that anything had ever happened. Evan had been flirty in that casual, easy way he had with everyone. Still, there had been moments. Looks that lasted a beat too long. Jokes that seemed to carry an edge.
Sarah busied herself with packing her toiletries, hoping to change the subject. But Jake wasn't done.
"I bet you’re hoping for a little repeat performance this weekend," he said, voice low and teasing. "Hot tub, beers, Evan mysteriously losing his shirt again…"
Sarah rolled her eyes hard, but she couldn’t hide the flush creeping up her neck. "You're ridiculous."
Jake crossed the room and dropped down beside her, his knee brushing against hers. "I mean, hey, I get it. The guy’s still in shape, last I saw."
She gave him a mock glare. "You looked him up?"
Jake laughed. "Chris sent a group pic from last month. Evan’s still Evan. Little more beard, little less hair on top, but…" He shrugged. "Still a problem for married women everywhere."
Sarah snorted. "You’re awful."
He leaned closer, voice dropping. "You can look all you want, babe. Long as you remember who you’re going home with."
His words made something warm and low stir in her belly. She bit her lip, feeling a sudden urge to kiss him, to climb into his lap, to do something about the charge humming between them. Instead, she bumped her shoulder against his and went back to packing.
Jake watched her for a beat longer before standing, stretching with a groan. "I guess I should throw a few things in a bag so you don’t make me sleep on the porch."
"You’ll still forget something," Sarah said, smiling.
"Probably," he agreed easily, disappearing into the closet.
Left alone for a moment, Sarah sat back on her heels and stared at the open suitcase. Her mind drifted, unbidden, to old summers by the lake. Warm afternoons, cold beers sweating in her hand, Evan grinning at her across the campfire. The way he used to tease her, a little sharper than he teased the others, like he knew he could get under her skin.
Nothing had ever come of it. She’d been with Jake by then, happy and in love. But that didn’t mean she hadn’t wondered, in the quiet corners of her mind, what it might have felt like to cross that line.
She shook herself out of the memory, feeling a little foolish. This was supposed to be a fun, harmless weekend. Catching up with old friends. Laughing too loud, drinking too much. She wasn’t there to relive some old college fantasy.
Still, when she glanced at the bed, her fingers lingered over the bikini she’d hesitated to pack—the white one Jake always said drove him crazy. She picked it up, feeling the slippery fabric slide through her hands, and after a moment's debate, she tucked it into the suitcase.
Just in case.
Later, after a lazy dinner and a movie half-watched from opposite ends of the couch, Sarah and Jake made their way upstairs. She was brushing her teeth when he came up behind her, slipping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder.
"You’re thinking too hard," he murmured against her neck.
She spit into the sink and wiped her mouth before smiling at him in the mirror. "I’m not thinking about anything."
"Liar," he said, squeezing her hips gently. "I know that look."
Sarah leaned back into him slightly, letting herself enjoy the warmth of his body against hers. "Maybe I’m just excited for the weekend."
Jake’s hands wandered a little lower, playful but not urgent. "Excited for the hot tub?"
"Excited for the beer," she said, winking at him in the mirror.
He chuckled. "Sure."
They climbed into bed a little later, Sarah curling against him under the cool sheets. Jake fell asleep quickly, his breathing evening out in the dark. But Sarah lay awake, staring up at the ceiling, her mind buzzing.
She pictured the cabin, the fire pit, the hot tub bubbling under the stars. She imagined Evan there, laughing, sliding into the water with a beer in hand, the muscles of his chest glistening in the low light. She imagined Jake sitting beside her, his hand resting casually on her thigh, fingers curling just slightly in a silent claim.
Sarah shifted under the covers, heat pooling low in her belly. She told herself it was harmless. Just old memories, a little fantasy to spice up a boring Thursday night. It didn’t mean anything. It didn’t change anything.
Still, when she finally drifted off to sleep, it was with a faint smile on her lips and a dangerous spark flickering quietly in her chest.
Tomorrow, the real fun would begin.