Chapter 30 | Bold Moves and Blurred Frames

Diane set her phone down on the bedside table and allowed herself a small smile. Her daughter, Sloane, was experiencing her first real crush, though calling it a crush felt insufficient for what Diane had witnessed in the theater room earlier. The way Sloane had looked at Lukas, the way her entire body had curved into his like she was trying to crawl inside his skin—that was want. Pure and undeniable.

Diane shifted against the headboard, drawing her knees up under the silk sheets. The house had settled into its late-night quiet, that particular stillness that only came after everyone had retreated to their separate corners to process the day’s chaos.

And what a day it had been.

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