It was just after sunrise when the first knock echoed through the quiet cabin. Vivienne stirred from Jack’s bed, skin bare under a linen sheet, her legs still aching pleasantly from the night before. Arielle was curled beside her, equally…

Vivienne moaned softly beneath him. The fire had long since died down. The room was dim, the scent of pine and sex thick in the air. Outside, the trees swayed in slow, lazy motion. Inside, Jack’s hips rocked into her…

The sky was overcast. The wind moved through the trees in lazy waves. The scent of cedar, sawdust, and slow-burning pine logs drifted from the chimney. Jack was in the workshop, shirt off, hands dirty, shaping a cedar bench with…

The town had started treating Vivienne like she’d always been there. She now wore boots with dirt on them. She helped set up the community center’s fundraiser. She kissed Jack in public—and no one dared comment. Her transformation wasn’t just…

The town square was alive. Bunting of red, white, and blue curled around light poles and storefronts. Booths lined Main Street—grilled corn, funnel cake, lemonade, hand-carved crafts. Laughter echoed across the green where kids ran with sparklers and old-timers tuned…