That night, the five of them did not return to their separate chambers. Instead, they drifted together into Sienna-Rose's room as though the decision had been made long before anyone had spoken it aloud.
The bed was wide enough to fit them without discomfort; the silken coverlets were drawn back, and steam still clung faintly to their skin from the bath. There's nothing urgent or heated in their movements now, no flicker of seduction, only the quiet, magnetic pull of needing to be close, to feel one another's warmth without the formality of distance.
Olivia was the first to settle, reclining against the headboard with her hair unbound, the soft waves spilling over her shoulders in a way Sienna-Rose found endlessly comforting. Claire curled against one side of her, knees drawn up, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns along the bedspread.
