The mountain air was cold and crisp as we arrived at the cabin for the weekend getaway. Six of us, me, my best friend Mia, her older brother Ryan, and three other friends, had rented two cabins for three nights of drinking, hiking, and relaxation after finals. The main cabin was big and cozy, but after a few rounds of truth or dare fueled by cheap vodka, things got chaotic. “Alright, Lila,” Mia slurred, grinning wickedly. “Truth or dare?” I was already tipsy. “Dare.” Mia’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “I dare you to spend the entire night in the small guest cabin… alone with Ryan.” The room erupted in laughter and teasing whistles. Ryan, who had been quietly drinking in the corner, raised an eyebrow. He was 28, three years older than us, tall, broad-shouldered, with dark messy hair and a quiet intensity that always made me nervous. We had always had this weird, unspoken tension, but nothing had ever happened. “You serious?” I asked, cheeks burning. “Dead serious,” Mia laughed.
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