Page 32 of Cedarwood Cabin

I wake up feeling much better this morning, the dizziness has completely disappeared.

The cabin is silent and I can only hear the birds outside chirping. Quietly, I get out of bed, needing to use the bathroom.

I walk down the hallway as the wooden floorboards creak under my feet. Just as I reach the bathroom, the door swings open and out walks a woman. I recognize her. It’s Jonny’s girlfriend, Jenna. She stands there in only a red, lacy bra and underwear, exuding confidence. I can understand why Lyka is attracted to her. Jenna smirks at me, looking me up and down with an evil glare. I feel awkward, not knowing what to say or do. It's clear she spent the night here. Before I can say anything, I hear the door behind me creak. I turn around and see Lyka standing in his doorway, topless. He has perfect six-pack abs and a V-line leading down to his lower body. His eyes meet mine, but he doesn't say a word.

Jenna nudges my shoulder deliberately as she walks past me. She walks to Lyka, who steps aside to let her pass as she disappears into the room.

Lyka lingers for a moment, his eyes still locked on me. He smirks like he is taunting me. I roll my eyes at him, feeling frustration welling inside me. He slams the door behind him, echoing through the silent cabin.

I take a deep breath and steady myself before entering the bathroom. I try and push Jenna and Lyka out of my mind.

I finish on the toilet, I wash my hands, and splash some cold water on my face. I then step back into the hallway, ready to face whatever the day might bring.

I walk into the living room and see Dax fast asleep on the couch. He looks peaceful, his messy hair sticking out in all directions. I tiptoe past him to the kitchen, but a floorboard creaks loudly.

“Morning,” Dax says, his morning voice deep. He rubs his eyes and squints.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” I say, apologetically.

The blanket falls from his chest as he sits up, revealing his toned, tattooed torso.

What is it with the men in this cabin and their amazing bodies?

Dax swings his legs over the side of the couch. He pats the cushion next to him and I take a seat beside him. Just then, we hear shouting from Lyka's room.

“Lyka! Lyka!”

“Ahh, that sounds like Jenna,” Dax says, shaking his head.

“It is. I bumped into her while going to the bathroom.” I give him an awkward smile. Dax looks around the room, clearly unsure of what to say next. He seems expectant to change the subject. “Breakfast?” he offers, tossing the blanket aside. I nod in agreement.

Dax jumps up from the couch and I can't help but notice he's wearing just his underwear. I look down and see his morning wood pressing up against the fabric.

“Oh, uh…” I stutter, looking down and quickly averting my eyes.

Dax looks down at himself and chuckles. “Just gonna go to the bathroom,” he says with a grin.

I give him a closed-lip smile. I don’t know where to look, I feel so awkward.

Wow…Fuck. He looked big! I have only seen Marty’s, but Dax is bigger.

I hear more shouting and banging from Lyka's room. I try to block it out, instead focusing on the fire that is just dying embers. A few minutes later, Dax returns, dressed in gray sweatpants and a T-shirt. “Alright, let's get some breakfast going,” he says with a smile, heading towards the kitchen. I follow him as Dax opens the fridge, pulling out the ingredients. “How do you feel about pancakes?”

“Pancakes sound amazing.”

As Dax stands at the stovetop cooking the pancakes, I realize I haven't seen my phone since being here.

“Do you happen to know what happened to my phone?”

“We found it smashed near a rock, it doesn't even turn on. I asked Lyka to see if he can fix it. He's good with technology stuff,” he replies, flipping a pancake. “Make yourself at home, by the way.”

“Oh, okay…” I mutter, feeling a mixture of relief and frustration. At least they found it, but now I'm even more cut off from the outside world.

Why am I even worried? It’s not like anyone is going to contact me. They think I’m in London.

I walk over to the cupboard, grab a glass, and then head to the fridge to pour some orange juice. I stand next to Dax and lean my back against the countertop.

“How old are you and Lyka?”

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