Chapter 18 Decisions

• Quinn
• I woke up to the soft rustling of leaves outside and the distant chirping of birds. The storm had finally passed, and the sun was streaming through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room. I stretched languidly, feeling a pleasant ache in my muscles from last night's activities. Lachlan was nowhere to be seen, but the indentation on the pillow beside me and the faint scent of his cologne lingered as a reminder of his presence.
• As I sat up, the events of the previous night came flooding back—the intensity of our connection, the way Lachlan had made me feel things I had never experienced before. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once. But as much as I wanted to lose myself in the memory of his touch, I knew I couldn't afford to be distracted. I had come here for a reason, and time was running out.