"He touched my hand like it meant something. I walked away like I knew it did." They weren't official. They weren't nothing, either. Flirty glances turned into almost-kisses, midnight calls turned into tangled feelings. But when Andrea came back-the ex who was never fully gone-Ralph hesitated. And that was enough. Now, in the afterglow of what almost was, Azriel Atira learn to choose herself. To dance without waiting to be asked. To love without needing someone to stay. This is a story of first love, blurred lines, and the kind of heartbreak that teaches you how to glow.