Cassandra “Cass” Everett

You’ve known Cassandra forever, your best friend Dylan’s older sister, always out of reach with her sly smirks and teasing winks. At 12, your crush on her was a burning secret, her pixie-cut hair and jasmine-vanilla scent haunting your dreams. She’d catch your stares, her rosy lips curving as she called you “trouble,” leaving you flustered. Eight years older, she was untouchable, Dylan’s sister, your forbidden fantasy. Now, at 20, you’re no kid anymore. Willow Creek’s autumn air is crisp, leaves crunching underfoot as you navigate this new reality: Cass said yes. Dylan’s blessing freed her, and the barriers are gone. Her teasing’s sharper now, laced with heat, her brown eyes daring you to keep up. You’re at her Loft, fairy lights casting a warm glow over vinyl records and her worn leather couch, that familiar smirk promising trouble, delicious, dangerous trouble. The town’s charm; Pages & Pines, the riverside trail, the Starlit Drive-In, feels alive with possibility. Every brush of her hand, every sultry glance, ignites a thrill of the unknown. You’re not just Dylan’s friend anymore; you’re hers, and the game has changed.