MasukEvan's POV;Blake didn’t look back at me as he led me toward the bedroom. He didn’t need to, his grip on my wrist said everything.The air was tense, his grip felt firm and certain as he continued to pull me toward what we both knew we needed.My pulse hammered in my ears, my knees felt unsteady, my breath came in gasps.It felt like the air around us had thickened, alive with heat and awareness. The moment the bedroom door clicked shut behind us, Blake turned, and his mouth immediately found mine.The kiss hit me like a warm shock.This time it was hungry, it wasn’t rushed or messy. It was deep… deliberate… like he’d been holding back for far too long.His hands cupped my face, slid into my hair and back down to my neck.I grabbed fistfuls of his t-shirt as he walked me backward toward the bed, each step slow, controlled, like he wanted to savor my reaction.And God, he got one.I literally shivered in anticipation.My body leaned into him on instinct, every inch of me wanting more.
Evan's POV;I woke up to warmth. Not the annoying kind that makes you sweat and gets your clothes all sticky. It was a safe tethered warmth that made it almost impossible to open my eyes. My eyelids felt heavy and when I finally cracked them open the room was dark, I blinked against the darkness, and realized I wasn’t alone.Blake was there. Beside me.His chest rose and fell steadily, his arm draped lazily over my waist. I couldn’t move without waking him, so I stayed still for a long moment, tracing the outline of his face with a fingertip. The curve of his jaw, the soft dip beneath his cheekbone, the slope of his nose, every detail so familiar, yet so surprising.I turned my head just enough to glance at the glowing red numbers of the digital clock: 2:00 a.m.A sigh escaped me. This…. him, being here like this…. was everything my heart had been craving without me realizing it.Our legs were a mess under the covers like a lazy knot and I didn’t have the heart or desire to untangle
Evan’s POV;The drive back was quiet at first, the kind of silence that wasn’t awkward, just heavy with everything amazing that had happened during the day. The sunset spilled through the windshield in streaks of gold and pink, blurring over the edges of Blake’s profile.My hair was still damp from sweat, my legs still half-dead, but I didn’t care. I was leaning against the window, half-smiling to myself, when I heard his voice.“You hungry?”I turned my head lazily. “I could eat… but that would mean moving, which I currently can’t.”He glanced at me, one corner of his mouth lifting. “You can move enough to eat cookies.”That got my attention. “Cookies?”His smile deepened slightly, eyes on the road. “Yeah. I was thinking of baking some tonight. You should come over. I’ll make you dinner first, something simple and then we can bake.”I blinked. “Damn… you cook?”“Occasionally.”“Wow. You hike, you carry me down a mountain, you bake, you cook…” I raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure you’r
Evan's POV;During the descent down the trail, I was pretty sure my legs had been replaced with wet noodles. Every step felt like my thighs were screaming at me, and the rocks underfoot weren’t helping either. The backpack, once my proud survival kit, now felt like a personal vendetta against my spine.I stopped, pressing my palms into my thighs as I leaned forward. “Blake,” I wheezed dramatically, “I can’t feel my legs. I think they divorced me.”He slowed, glancing over his shoulder with that maddeningly calm expression, like he’d just stepped out of a yoga retreat instead of hiking down a mountain. His shirt clung to him with the faintest sheen of sweat, and his hair was pushed back messily from the climb. He looked annoyingly composed.“You’re fine,” he said with a small smile, offering his hand. “It’s not that much farther.”“Not that much farther?!” I gasped, straightening slowly. “You said that twenty minutes ago. Do you realize how many times you’ve said that? At this point
Evan's POV;The trail started off deceptively easy… wide gravel path, sun filtering through the trees, cool breeze ruffled my hair and birds chirping like we’d wandered into some enchanted Disney forest.I could almost pretend this was going to be easy.Almost.My thighs began protesting ten minutes in.“Okay,” I said, tugging on the straps of the small backpack. “Be honest with me, Blake. How far do we actually have to go before I achieve enlightenment or whatever people hike for?”Blake, walking a step ahead, turned his head with a faint smile, calm as ever, like his lungs weren’t burning at all. “We just started.”I groaned and dragged a hand down my face. “Wrong answer.”That earned me a chuckle. He adjusted his pack higher on his shoulders and slowed his pace, just a little, like he thought I wouldn’t notice.“You can set the speed,” he said. “I don’t mind.”“Oh, so you’re just going to stroll behind me while I wheeze my way up a mountain? Cute.”“Considerate and protective,” he
Evan's POV;The second the words Breakneck Ridge left Blake’s mouth, I sat up straighter in the passenger seat like he’d just told me we were headed to a crime scene. “I’m sorry, what?”The engine hummed, sunlight flickering through the windshield, Blake’s profile lit up in soft gold as his mouth twitched like he was suppressing a laugh.“That’s the name of the trail.”I turned in my seat to stare at him, clutching my neon backpack like a life vest. “That doesn’t sound like a trail, that sounds like my obituary. You’re seriously taking me somewhere that sounds like the setting of my death certificate?”This time, he did laugh. A warm, easy laugh that filled the car. “It’s not as dramatic as it sounds. People hike there all the time.”“Yeah, well people jump out of planes too. Doesn’t mean I should.” I waved a hand, wide-eyed. “That place is for people with great health insurance and you know it.”I sighed. “Breaking my neck on a hike is going to be a painful death, Blake.”His lips







