Wanderlust

It was my last night in Portugal and I wasn't leaving without shooting my shot. I made the first move and then Ezra took me to his secret cove on the beach. I almost forgot we were there to watch the sunset.

I didn't know what I was expecting to find in Paris, but when Camille and Lucas called me over to them from across the bar I was glad I was there. When the three of us ended up at Camille's apartment, I never wanted my trip to end.

I thought working on a farm in Ireland would be peaceful. Were it not for Ronan, it might have been. What started out as frustration quickly turned into tension I couldn't ignore, and by the time we were in his cottage, all bets were off.

Being back in Cambridge made me nostalgic for my university days, and seeing Andrew again only intensified the memories. I hadn't seen him since he was my TA, but all those old feelings were still there.

I ran into him on the trail a couple of times before I realized our tents were set up near each other. I thought about saying no when he invited me to his fire, but there was something about him I just couldn't resist.