And yet, there she was, leading Scott and Daniel into her spacious cabin. You can stop this right now if you want to—and it’s probably your last chance. Yet as she flipped on the light, and as it brought the situation clearly into focus—she didn’t want to stop. She twisted the dimmer switch slightly—turning the air more dusky than bright—but that was her only concession to any lingering doubts. She caught sight of the three of them in her dresser mirror, Daniel standing on one side of her, Scott on the other. It was awkward for a moment—a “what now?” vibe hung in the air. But then she met Daniel’s gaze, and he must have sensed that she suddenly felt a little lost on what to do, for that’s when he lifted his hand and gently grazed his knuckles across her cheek. Then, cupping her jaw, he slowly ran his thumb across her lips. The simple touch—along with all it implied—made her shiver, and she said to him, “Is…this too weird?
