Lyla

Lyla POV:

I woke up to the first light of dawn filtering through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the grand room. Memories of the night before, entwined with Cameron and Samuel, flooded my mind, sending a warm flush through me. The intensity, the love, the unspoken promises we shared – it all felt like a beautiful dream.

But as I stretched languidly, the other side of the bed was cold, empty. A twinge of disappointment nudged at me. Where could they be so early in the morning?

Just then, the door opened, and both Cameron and Samuel walked in, their presence filling the room with an electrifying energy. My heart skipped a beat as they approached the bed, each wearing an expression that was a mix of tenderness and something more serious, more intense.

Cameron leaned in first, his lips meeting mine in a kiss that was both gentle and demanding. The familiar scent of cedarwood and pine engulfed me, grounding me in the moment. His kiss was a reminder of the passion we shared, a prom