Three days later, Ainsley drove up to the old wood cabin at Conway Lake, the one she had told Jeremy she rented for a solo writing retreat to earn continuing education units for her teaching license.

Calvin was already there, coffee in hand, standing on the porch in a worn hoodie. She hadn't seen him look so relaxed in years.

Inside, the air was pine-scented and warm. Wooden beams creaked softly as rain tapped the windows.

They didn't say much that evening. Cooked dinner side-by-side. Watched old black-and-white movies. Shared a blanket on the couch.

When she reached for his hand, he didn't hesitate.

"You okay?" he asked gently, watching her take a slow breath.

"I am now."

She meant it.

Their kiss was slow, sure, deep.

"You're beautiful," he whispered into her neck. "I've wanted to say that for years."

She held his face, eyes wide. "Then say it again."

He did. Again. And again.

"I don't want to overthink tonight," she whispered. "I just want you."

Calvin's response was to back her gently toward the wall, his mouth meeting hers before she could say another word.

She sighed into him as his hands explored her sides, learning every curve through the soft fabric of her dress.

"You feel like home," he murmured, lips brushing her jaw.

She tilted her head back, breath catching. "Then stay."

They moved to the bedroom, and this time there was urgency - but not haste. He undressed her slowly, watching every inch of skin revealed like he was memorizing her.

She tugged at his hoodie, laughing breathlessly when it got caught over his head.

When he was finally bare before her, she took a moment to just look - at the man who'd been her constant, her calm, her anchor for so long.

Calvin laid her down on the bed like she was something sacred.

And when he entered her, it wasn't rough or rushed - it was slow, deep, tender.

He whispered her name again and again as if tasting it.

She curled into him, moving with him, breath tangled with his, her hands locked in his hair, her legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him impossibly closer. Every touch was familiar and new all at once - best friends meeting in an entirely new language.

"God," she moaned into his shoulder, "why didn't we do this sooner?"

"Because now," he said, kissing her hard, "we're ready."

Their rhythm built steadily - sweet tension unraveling between them as Ainsley gave in to the feeling of being known, wholly, completely. It wasn't just passion. It was home.

She came apart beneath him, her body arching, her voice breathless, broken open by the sheer intimacy of it all. Calvin followed seconds later, his body folded into hers like they'd been made for that moment.

After, they stayed tangled in each other's limbs, heartbeat against heartbeat, sweat cooling between them.

He kissed her temple. "Still just friends with benefits?"

She looked up at him, eyes glassy, lips parted.

"No," she whispered. "You're the love I didn't know I was waiting for."