The glow of the Christmas dance lingered long after the last song had ended. Lena lay awake that night, staring at the ceiling of her room, replaying the evening in her mind. Every smile, every fleeting touch, every unspoken promise between her and the triplets felt like a vivid thread in a tapestry she wasn’t sure how to unravel.
She had danced with all three of them—each moment unique, like they were showing her pieces of themselves she hadn’t fully understood before. Ryder’s steady warmth, River’s playful charm, Ryker’s quiet intensity. Each one tugged at her heart in a different way, leaving her more conflicted than ever.
By the time sleep finally claimed her, it was fitful and filled with fragments of dreams she couldn’t quite hold onto.
The next morning, Lena woke to the soft ligh
