Perhaps because I had consciously and completely accepted Luther into my heart the night before, the shift in my demeanor was instantly visible and, more importantly, believable. My movements were more confident, my proximity to Luther more natural, and the subtle, easy connection between us was undeniable.
The changes were indeed subtle—a touch on his sleeve, a shared glance, a relaxation in my posture when he was near—but everyone noticed.
Nash, especially, caught the seismic shift. He sat at the table with his jaw clenched so hard it looked like he was moments away from shattering his teeth. The internal battle tearing him apart was painfully obvious.
Olivia, naturally, saw her son’s torment and immediately began giving me venomous glares, her expression curdled with hatred. Encoura
