Years ago, Elissa left Silas and the almost-love that nearly wrecked their friendship.

Now a sun-drenched wedding weekend has them alone in one cabin. One bed. And too much unfinished history.

She tells herself it's nostalgia. Silas knows it's hunger.

Because the way he looks at her isn't friendly. The way he touches her isn't innocent. And the way she responds? Definitely not a mistake.

Some flames don't die.

They wait.

And this one is ready to consume them both.

-All characters are over 18 and fictional-