The heat never really left, even when the sun went down. Late nights blur into early mornings as Y/N and Macklin Celebrini circle each other—too close to ignore, too far to touch without consequences. There’s something unspoken between them, something that lingers in the quiet, in the almosts, in the way neither of them ever says what they really mean. But heatwaves don’t last forever. And neither do moments like this. So the question is—when everything cools down… will they still burn for each other?