The sun hadn’t even fully risen when Sarah eased herself out of bed, trying not to wake Jake. His arm was slung over her waist, heavy and warm, his breath steady against the back of her neck. She stayed there a moment, cocooned in that quiet, before sliding away gently, letting the sheet fall back into place.
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Downstairs, the kitchen was still dim, the light gray of early morning stretching across the floor. She turned on the kettle, yawning as she leaned against the counter. Her mind felt fuzzy, not from lack of sleep, but from a restless kind of energy that had hummed through her all night. She’d drifted in and out of dreams, none she could fully remember, though one left her waking with her skin warm and her thighs pressed together.
She didn't need to guess what it had been about.
Jake came downstairs twenty minutes later, stretching, shirtless, with sleep-mussed hair and a lazy grin.
“Mmm. Smells like coffee and overthinking,” he said, dropping a kiss on her shoulder as he passed.
Sarah rolled her eyes but smiled. “Just trying to get a head start. You know I like to be organized.”
“You packed for a three-day cruise,” he teased, pouring himself a mug.
“And you packed a toothbrush, swim trunks, and tequila. Between us, we’ve got everything covered.”
Jake chuckled and sipped his coffee. “Teamwork.”
They finished their mugs in comfortable silence before Jake disappeared to throw on clothes. Sarah checked and double-checked everything — chargers, keys, snacks — and once the car was loaded, they hit the road.
The drive to the cabin took just over two hours, winding through rural roads flanked by tall pines and open skies. Sarah had the window cracked slightly, letting the crisp morning air tangle in her hair. Her playlist hummed through the speakers, soft acoustic guitar drifting between them.
Jake drove one-handed, the other resting casually on his knee.
“So,” he said eventually, glancing sideways at her. “On a scale of one to ten, how excited are you to see Evan shirtless again?”
Sarah groaned, but her smile betrayed her. “You are not going to let this go, are you?”
“Not a chance,” he said, grinning. “It’s too much fun watching you pretend you don’t still have a thing for him.”
“I don’t have a thing,” she said, maybe a little too quickly. “I had a mild college crush. That’s it.”
Jake raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Sarah looked out the window, cheeks warm.
The truth was more complicated. It had been a crush, yes, but it hadn’t felt mild at the time. There were moments — fleeting, unspoken ones — when she’d felt something spark between her and Evan. She'd always chalked it up to bad timing or wishful thinking. And once she and Jake became serious, she'd buried it. Moved on. That was what you did.
But even so… she’d never really forgotten how Evan made her feel. The casual confidence, the way he looked at her like she was more than just someone’s friend or girlfriend. And now, after all this time…
She cleared her throat. “He’s probably not even in great shape anymore.”
Jake smirked. “We’ll see.”
By the time they arrived at the cabin, the sun was high and warm, dappling through the trees overhead. The cabin itself sat nestled at the edge of a small clearing, with a big wraparound porch, Adirondack chairs, and the glint of a hot tub just barely visible around the side.
Chris’s SUV was already parked out front. Sarah’s heart gave a tiny, involuntary skip.
Jake grabbed the bags from the trunk while Sarah stretched, already hearing laughter from inside. A moment later, the screen door creaked open and Chris stepped out, grinning wide.
“Well look who finally showed up!”
“Traffic,” Jake said, shaking his hand.
“Lies,” Sarah added, stepping into a hug. “We stopped for muffins.”
Chris laughed and waved them in. “Everyone’s already here — I think you guys got the last room.”
As they stepped inside, Sarah’s eyes scanned the open space. Familiar faces greeted her — Lauren, Tim, Rachel — and then, at the far end of the kitchen island, she saw him.
Evan.
He looked up just as she did. His hair was shorter, a little grayer at the temples, and the beard he now wore suited him unfairly well. His body looked broader, thicker in the shoulders, like he’d filled out with age rather than faded. And when he smiled, it was still the same — warm, charming, just slightly cocky.
“Sarah,” he said, crossing the room.
She laughed a little, trying to keep it casual. “Hey, stranger.”
He hugged her — brief, but close — and the scent of him hit her immediately. Clean. Masculine. Slightly citrus. She pulled back, trying not to show anything in her face.
“Long time,” he said, eyes still holding hers.
“Too long,” she replied, and felt Jake’s hand slide onto the small of her back.
They settled in quickly. Bags dropped. Rooms claimed. Drinks poured. The afternoon sun stretched across the porch while everyone laughed over stories from the past. The vibe was warm and familiar, but underneath it all, Sarah felt something shifting. Quietly. Like a current under still water.
Evan didn’t hover, but he didn’t disappear either. She caught him watching her more than once. Once, when she was laughing too hard at something Jake said. Another time, when she bent to grab her sunglasses off the porch railing. Nothing inappropriate — just the kind of look that lingered a moment too long.
She didn’t say anything. Didn’t even let herself dwell on it. But she felt it. That awareness. That hum.
Late afternoon melted into early evening. A firepit was built. Dinner was prepped. Chris cracked open a second bottle of wine.
Jake came up behind her as she leaned over the cooler, rummaging for a seltzer.
“Having fun yet?” he murmured, brushing her hair aside to kiss her neck.
Sarah smiled, standing straight. “Yeah. This was a good idea.”
He gave her a look. “You were nervous.”
“I was nostalgic,” she corrected.
Jake looked across the porch to where Evan was leaning against the railing, beer in hand, laughing at something Lauren said.
“You know,” he said softly, “I’d forgotten how much you two used to flirt.”
Sarah’s heart skipped. She turned to him, surprised.
Jake just sipped his drink, cool as ever.
“We didn’t,” she said quietly.
“You did,” he replied. “And it was hot.”
Sarah blinked at him.
Jake leaned closer. “I’m not blind, Sar. Or stupid.”
There was something in his voice — not jealousy, but something deliberate. Intentional.
She swallowed. “That was a long time ago.”
He nodded slowly. “Sure.”
And then he smiled, slow and easy. “But the way you looked at him just now? It wasn’t.”
Sarah didn’t know what to say to that. She laughed it off and took a sip of her drink. But her mind was spinning.
By the time the sun dipped below the trees, the group was more than a few drinks in. Music played low over a speaker. Someone brought out marshmallows. The fire cracked and danced in the middle of the circle of chairs.
Sarah sat with a blanket around her shoulders, warm and content. Evan had drifted over beside her at some point, close enough that their knees almost brushed. Jake was across the fire, chatting with Tim, but his eyes flicked over now and then. Watching. Or maybe just… waiting.
Evan leaned over. “You still drink wine?”
Sarah turned toward him. “When it’s not boxed.”
He chuckled. “Good to know.”
She smiled, feeling her pulse pick up. She told herself it was just the wine. Just the fire. Just the old friend beside her, and the ghost of something unfinished flickering quietly between them.
But when his thigh bumped hers — just barely — and he didn’t move it, she didn’t move either.