As they all stepped into the sprawling mansion, Laurel's voice echoed through the grand halls, brimming with excitement.
She sounded like a giddy teenager as she exclaimed, "OMG, I'm so excited! Alright, kids, get ready! Your dads are coming, dress in your hottest outfits for a nice afternoon on the beach before Thanksgiving dinner!"
"Kay!" they all yelled in unison.
Frida felt a flutter of excitement ripple through her chest.
It had been years since she'd gone to the beach, years since she'd let herself enjoy something this social.
She hadn't been this lively since the occasional wild parties Leah dragged her to.
She lingered in the shower, savoring the warmth, her thoughts drifting to Laz and the electrifying moments they shared.
Her body flushed as her mind replayed those moments, craving more. But then came the nagging question: what were they?
Non-talking situation buddies?
