Campsite Confessions

A weekend in the woods was supposed to be simple.A tent. A campfire. A few too many drinks.But when the sun goes down and the forest closes in, lines blur fast.Old friendships start to feel dangerous. Lingering looks turn into charged silences. Bodies meant to stay at arm's length drift closer in the dark, where no one can see—and no one can stop what's been waiting to happen.Out here, desire does...