Dream home

The early morning air was crisp and cool, carrying the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant calls of birds welcoming the day. The secluded cabin, nestled deep within the heart of an untouched forest, stood as a quiet sanctuary, untouched by the burdens of the outside world. Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting golden flecks onto the wooden porch, where a tender scene unfolded.

Noelle stood in the small kitchen, the oversized white shirt draped over his slender frame belonging to Thorne. The fabric hung loosely on him, brushing against his bare thighs as he poured himself a glass of water. He lifted it to his lips, savoring the coolness as he took slow sips, trying to shake off the strange restlessness humming beneath his skin.