Chapter 38

The rhythmic clatter of the train wheels echoed through the cabin, a soft lull that only seemed to heighten the intimacy of the private space. The cabin's plush seats were bathed in the golden glow of the morning sun filtering through the window.

Beyond the glass, rolling hills blurred past, but neither Aaron nor Samantha paid them any mind. To each no one and nothing else was present nor mattered, but each other.

Aaron sat across from her, fidgeting slightly, his gaze unable to fully meet hers. He was young, not yet twenty years of age.

Samantha, in contrast, exuded mature confidence. Her dirty-blonde hair framed her face in soft waves, and her full lips curved into an amused smile. There was an undeniable allure in the way she carried herself.