The August sun drenches our cousin’s farm in golden heat, fields of corn and clover buzzing with life, the air thick with hay and earth. I’m nineteen, here for a weekend with my eighteen-year-old sister, Kylie, and our cousin Ethan, the barn’s quiet loft a refuge from the farm’s chaos. Kylie’s teasing glances and bold touches, echoing last summer’s secret moments, ignite a restless spark. In this dusty, hay-strewn hideaway, with Ethan’s curious eyes watching, the air crackles with the pull of something wild and forbidden.