The Cabin by the Lake
A lakeside retreat offers more than just tranquility when two women dive into the unknown under the stars.
The sun dipped behind the mountains, casting a golden glow across the glassy surface of the lake. Jess sat on the edge of the wooden dock, feet dangling above the water. The cabin behind her creaked softly as it settled into the night. She closed her eyes and inhaled the crisp air, trying to silence the buzz of the city life she’d left behind.
“Mind if I join you?” a voice asked.
Jess turned. A woman stood a few feet away, holding two glasses of wine. Her hair was tied back in a messy bun, and she wore a thick sweater that swallowed her frame.
“Sure,” Jess said, surprised. “You’re...?”
“Alex.” The woman handed her a glass and sat beside her. “Rented the cabin next door.”
Jess accepted the glass, their fingers brushing. “I’m Jess.”
“Well, Jess, cheers to lakeside escapes.”
Glasses clinked. The lake mirrored the stars beginning to sprinkle across the sky.
The air turned cooler as the night deepened, but neither moved. They talked about nothing and everything: city stress, midnight swims, and the mysterious loon that called across the lake.
“Ever swum at night?” Alex asked.
Jess shook her head. “Never been brave enough.”
“Want to?”
“Now?”
Alex grinned. “Why not?”
Clothes hit the dock as they raced into the water. The icy shock stole Jess's breath, but Alex’s laughter made it impossible to stay cold. They floated on their backs, looking up at the infinite sky.
“This feels... unreal,” Jess said.
“It is.” Alex's hand found hers beneath the surface. “But sometimes the best things are.”
The water lapped softly against their skin as they drifted closer. Jess felt the warmth of Alex’s hand even through the cold. The stars seemed endless above them.
“How often do you come here?” Jess asked.
“Every summer. And sometimes winter, when the lake freezes over.”
Jess turned her head. “I’ve only just discovered this place.”
“Funny how places find us when we need them,” Alex said softly.
They climbed back onto the dock, shivering and laughing, wrapped in towels Jess found in the cabin. The fire crackled in the stone hearth as they sat together on the old sofa.
“City life feels a million miles away,” Jess murmured.
“That’s why I come here,” Alex said. “To remember how to breathe.”
Jess turned toward her. The firelight danced in Alex’s eyes, and the warmth of her presence chased away the chill.
“Thank you for tonight,” Jess whispered.
Alex smiled. “It’s only the beginning.”
They stayed up late, sharing stories about their lives. Jess talked about her demanding job in marketing and how the lake was her first break in years. Alex described her work as a freelance photographer and how she collected moments, not things.
“Do you regret it?” Jess asked.
“What?”
“Choosing an unconventional life.”
Alex shook her head. “I’d regret not taking the chance. What about you?”
Jess hesitated. “Sometimes I wonder if I took the safe path.”
“Well, tonight wasn’t safe,” Alex teased.
Jess laughed. “True.”
The clock struck midnight. Alex stretched and stood. “I should head back.”
“Or you could stay,” Jess blurted.
Alex’s eyebrows arched. “Stay?”
Jess’s pulse quickened. “I mean... the fire’s warm, the wine’s good... and I enjoy your company.”
Alex’s smile softened. “I'd like that.”
The next morning, the lake was perfectly still. Jess woke on the couch, her head resting on Alex’s shoulder. The fire had burned down to glowing embers.
Alex stirred. “Good morning.”
“Morning.” Jess sat up. “Sleep okay?”
“Best sleep in ages.” Alex rubbed her eyes. “What’s the plan for today?”
Jess stood and opened the curtains. Sunlight spilled across the floor. “Breakfast. A hike. Maybe another swim?”
Alex smiled. “Perfect.”
Outside, the lake shimmered, waiting for them.
