The night was alive with the warmth of flickering flames, laughter, and the scent of grilled food. The family bonfire had always been one of my favorite traditions, a time when everyone gathered, sharing stories, eating too much, and enjoying the rare moments of togetherness. I sat beside Ethan on one of the wooden benches circling the fire, my legs tucked beneath me as I leaned slightly against him. His arm draped casually behind me, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on my shoulder. It was a small, almost subconscious gesture, but it grounded me, reminding me that he was here, that I was his. And yet, beside me, Lucas sat watching me. His gaze wasn’t obvious, not to anyone else, at least. But I felt it. Every time I looked away, every time I tried to lose myself in the warmth of
