LOGINNo service," I said, stating the obvious."Told you. We're officially off the grid." He didn't seem bothered by it, if anything, he seemed pleased it's like it's just a day doing something normal to him. "The cabin has a landline for emergencies, but that's it. No internet, no cell service, no distractions. Just us and nature.""And whiskey.""And whiskey," he agreed, smiling.The roads got progressively more remote, paved highway giving way to smaller roads, then to roads that were barely more than gravel paths winding through the trees. We hadn't seen another car in at least twenty minutes, and the forest pressed in on both sides, thick and dark and endless.Finally, Miles turned onto a nearly invisible dirt road, barely more than two tire tracks through the undergrowth, and we bumped along for what felt like forever but was probably only five minutes before a cabin appeared through the trees.It was smaller than I'd pictured, but somehow more charming. It was a single-story wooden
The day was brighter than usual for mid-November, the kind of crisp Friday afternoon where the sun felt warm despite the cold air, where everything looked sharper somehow, more vivid. I stood in my driveway at 3:15 PM, my overnight bag was at my feet, and my jacket was zipped up against the chill, watching for Miles's car and trying to calm the fucking butterflies in my stomach.It's a camping trip. Two nights in a remote cabin with him, Miles and whatever happened between us.I'd packed last night. I took practical clothes, warm layers, the good hiking boots I'd bought after our first trail adventure. Toiletries, a book I probably wouldn't read but it's just here because it should, the plush turtle from the arcade that had somehow become a talisman. My phone charger, and extra socks because he'd emphasized how important dry feet were when camping.The week had passed in a blur of anticipation and dread. I'd seen Jax exactly twice. Once at breakfast on Tuesday when we'd maintained our
He fed tokens into the zombie game and handed me one of the plastic guns. The game started and suddenly the screen was full of zombies lurching toward us, and we were both firing frantically, trying to aim, reloading by shooting off-screen like the instructions said, getting overwhelmed by the sheer number of enemies.We made it to level three before we ran out of lives, both of us laughing and breathless, and when the game ended Miles threw his arm around my shoulders."We're terrible at this.""Spectacularly terrible," I agreed.We made our way to the bar in the back, settling onto stools, and a bartender who couldn't have been more than twenty-one came over with a smile."What can I get you?"Miles looked at me. "Beer okay? They've got a decent IPA on tap.""Perfect."He ordered two IPAs and an order of loaded fries, and when the bartender left to pour our drinks, Miles turned to me with this soft, happy expression."This is like... this is exactly what I wanted today to be," he sa
We were halfway back to the car when Miles stopped dead in the middle of the sidewalk."Wait. I just remembered something."I turned to look at him. "What?""There's an arcade two blocks from here. Like, a legit retro arcade with all the old games from the eighties and nineties. Pac-Man, Street Fighter, those motorcycle racing games where you actually sit on the bike..." He was getting excited now, talking faster. "I used to come here with my cousins when we'd visit in the summer. It's probably still there—this town doesn't really change. You want to check it out?"An arcade. The idea was so unexpectedly wholesome and fun that I found myself grinning. "Absolutely. But I'm warning you, I'm shit at video games.""Even better. I can look like a gaming god in comparison." He grabbed my hand and we started walking quickly, his enthusiasm infectious. "Okay, full disclosure: I might get weirdly competitive about this. It's a flaw.""Noted. How competitive are we talking?""Like, I once didn'
We started up the trail together, and one thing that really caught me was how the path was well-maintained even though it was steep in places, winding through the forest and over rocks, and I was grateful for my sturdy boots and comfortable jeans. Miles kept pace beside me, occasionally pointing out interesting trees or birds, and we fell into an easy rhythm. The forest was beautiful in that stark late-autumn way. There were bare branches against the gray sky, the occasional burst of evergreen, everything quiet except for our footsteps and breathing. About forty minutes in, my legs were starting to burn, and I started feeling the sore from the gym two days ago, and I was wondering how much longer this fucking trail went on when Miles stopped. "We're almost there," he said. "Just around this next bend." I pushed through the last steep section, and suddenly the trees opened up and we were standing on an outcropping of rock wi
The Lumineers. This whole album is perfect for road trips." He adjusted the volume slightly. "Though if you want to DJ, my phone's in the center console. Spotify's already open."I liked that he offered to let me control the soundtrack if I wanted.I left it alone. The song was good, and watching the city give way to suburbs and then to open road felt right with this kind of music playing."So are you going to tell me where we're going?" I asked after a few minutes. "Or is this another elaborate surprise situation?"He grinned, eyes on the road. "It's actually not a surprise and I'm surprised you actually don't know it.""You've told me about it before?""Have it? Okay, I'll give you a hint.""I'm listening.""It's about an hour and a half away. It involves being outside. And you're going to want that sweater—it might get cold.""That's not a hint, that's just literally telling me what I already know.""Fine. I'll give a more specific hint." He paused, and then continued. "It's someth
I opened my door before he even knocked and stepped out into the hallway. Then I met him there.He was standing a few feet away and stopped walking as soon as he saw my door open.We looked at each other for a moment, and neither of us spoke at first.He was still wearing his work clothes, a button
I was just sitting there now knowing anything to say at all when the silence finally broke. Jax spoke first, and his voice was very calm and very easy as he talked.."Oh. Yeah. I was helping Scarlett with something." He sounded very casual and normal, like there was not part of
I had a perfect view of everything through the glass.Jax and the lady were standing in the middle of the playroom, with the old toys lined up on the shelves behind them. There was a small table nearby, and a dated rug covered the floor under their feet.She looked around the ro
The tip of his cock was rounding her hole, then he pushed inside her with one smooth thrust and buried himself completely in her. She cried out loud and jerked her body forward immediately."Oh fuck! Yes!" Her head fell back as her body arched completely.I saw it all.







