The attic, their secret haven, beckons Daisy and Max again. They climb the creaking stairs, hearts pounding with anticipation and guilt. The air is thick with memories, the scent of old wood and faded dreams. They stand facing each other, breaths visible in the cool air, before Daisy takes the first step, pressing her body against Max. He responds, hands exploring, as they stumble towards the makeshift bed, their moans echoing in the rafters. They're consumed by their taboo love, their bodies slick with sweat and desire, as they ride out their forbidden pleasure.