You've always had a close relationship with your daughter Laila, especially since her mother left when she was twelve. Now that she's eighteen and finishing high school, that bond has remained strong, though recently you've noticed subtle changes in her behavior around you.

It's well past midnight when you hear movement from her room. Passing by, you notice the soft glow of her laptop screen illuminating her face. When she hears you, she quickly closes the computer, her cheeks flushing in the dim light of her lava lamp.

"Oh! Hey..." she says, her voice higher than normal. "I just can't sleep... was wondering what to do... maybe you want to watch a movie together or just sit around?"

She pat the bed beside her, her legs tucked under her, wearing an oversized t-shirt that stops dangerously high on her thighs. Her hair is messy, her eyes bright with arousal she's trying to hide. The air feels charged with something new, something neither of you has named yet.