"As long as this heart beats You'll have a place in it."
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The scent of rain lingered in the air, delicate and soft, as if the cabin had bottled up the essence of the Highland weather itself. My eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, I wasn't entirely sure where I was.
The wooden beams above me loomed with a vintage charm, and a warm amber glow from the fairy lights danced across the walls. The bed I lay in smelled faintly of lavender mixed with something unmistakably Aadam-warm and comforting, like the boy I adored.
Where am I?
My gaze swept over the room, lingering on the fairy lights. That's when my eyes caught sight of the frame on the bedside table.
Oh. Right. Cameron's cabin. The trip.
My lips tugged into a sleepy smile as the memory settled in, warming me from the inside out despite the biting chill that seeped through the cabin's walls. I sat up slowly, wrapping my arms around myself, the soft fabric of my sweater comforting against my skin.
The room felt magical in the dim glow of the fairy lights. The candles I'd placed around gave off the faintest hints of rain mingling in the air.
Outside the large window, the woods had darkened into an inky expanse, the moonlight painting ghostly shapes across the frosted trees. A soft shiver ran down my spine as I caught sight of the frost forming on the glass panes.
The clock on the wall chimed softly, its vintage face reading 7:30. "Oh no," I murmured, brushing a hand through my slightly tangled hair. "I've been asleep for two hours?"
Wait... where's Aadam?
The last thing I remembered was his voice, deep and warm, telling me I was his heart, his soul, his love, or something equally dizzying. I'd fallen asleep buried against his chest, his arms wrapped around me like a chrysalis.
But now the room was empty-too empty.
My eyes darted to the bedside table, where a small note peeked out from under the photo frame. Grabbing it, I unfolded the paper, and his handwriting-messy but oh-so Aadam-greeted me:
Sweetheart,
You were snoring so loudly I decided to flee. Kidding. I've got the hot water ready for you in the bathroom. It's insulated, so don't worry. Freshen up and come join me in the backyard when you're done. And don't take forever. We're not camping here for you to hold a personal spa day.
The corners of my lips twitched as I read the next part:
P.S. Yes, the water is actually warm. Trust me. I double-checked because I know how dramatic you can be when it's cold. If it's cold, it's not my fault-it's the tub's fault. Sue the tub.
