As we settled into our seats on the plane, the hum of the engine filling the air, Nathan threw a casual arm over the back of my seat, his touch reassuring. Tristan sat to my right, his knee lightly brushing against mine as he leaned in, a soft smile on his lips.

“So, how was the grand showdown between Adonis and Sara?” Nathan asked, his fingers lightly tracing circles on my shoulder.

I let out a small laugh, shaking my head at the memory of the argument. “Oh, it was a mess. They were at each other’s throats, like usual. Sara was yelling about how he always chose me over...