LOGINSiennaThe house was quiet again. Too quiet.The kind of silence that made your mind replay everything you shouldn’t be thinking about.I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, my blanket barely covering my legs. My body still felt like it was humming from earlier—every second of it flashing behind my eyes. The way he’d held me. The way he’d whispered my name like it was something sacred. The way it had almost all gone wrong when Dad came home.I turned over, burying my face in the pillow, but it didn’t help. My lips still tingled from his kiss. My heart wouldn’t calm down.Then my phone buzzed.Once.Twice.I grabbed it instantly.Jaxon: You awake?I stared at the screen for a second before typing back.Me: Couldn’t sleep.A few seconds later, the dots appeared.Jaxon: Same. Been thinking about you.My stomach flipped.Me: About me or about what happened?Jaxon: Both.Jaxon: You were perfect, Sienna. I keep replaying it in my head. Every single part.I bit my lip, smiling into the pi
SiennaThe honk ripped through the air again.Jaxon and I froze—he was still inside me. My blood turned to ice.“Shit,” he whispered, panic flashing across his face.We scrambled apart, grabbing clothes from the floor. My hands shook so badly I could barely pull my top over my head. The sound of the car door slamming shut outside made my heart drop to my knees.“Go!” I hissed. “Now—Jaxon, please!”He didn’t argue this time. He slipped on his joggers, grabbed his shirt, and darted for the door. We moved like ghosts, silent and frantic. I could hear his footsteps fade down the hall, then the soft click of his door locking.I took one deep breath, my pulse pounding like thunder in my ears. The front door opened downstairs.“Sienna!” My dad’s voice carried through the house—firm, suspicious.“Coming, Daddy!” I called back, forcing my voice steady even though my chest felt like it might burst.I looked around the room. Sheets tangled. Hair messy. The faint scent of Jaxon’s cologne still hu
SiennaHis hands came up to cradle my face, his thumbs stroking my cheeks as his lips moved against mine with a tenderness that made my chest ache. But it didn’t stay tender for long. The ache quickly morphed into a sharp, desperate need. A low groan rumbled in his chest, and his kiss deepened, turning hungry, possessive.My hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer. I could feel the hard line of his body against mine, the proof of his want pressing into my stomach. He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged, his eyes dark with a fire I felt sparking deep in my own core.“I need to feel you, Sienna,” he breathed against my mouth, his voice rough. “All of you.”His fingers went to the hem of my top, and he pulled it up and over my head in one swift motion. The cool air hit my skin, raising goosebumps, but his gaze was hot enough to burn them away. He just stared for a moment, drinking me in, before his hands were on my back, unhooking my bra with an expert flick.“You’re so beautiful,
Sienna“Final year,” Kendra said, spinning around in front of the school gates like she owned the world. “We’re officially legends.”I laughed, adjusting my bag. “You’re acting like we’re graduating today.”“We basically are!” she said, flashing her phone to take a selfie. “Smile, Sienna, this is history.”I half-smiled. “You’re crazy.”“Crazy hot,” she said, posing again.The school looked different somehow—same halls, same lockers, same smell of cafeteria coffee—but everything felt heavier. Like every look, every whisper, every step mattered. The last year. The last stretch before… whatever came next.Kendra looped her arm through mine. “Okay, mission one—avoid teachers that still think we’re juniors. Mission two—don’t think about Jaxon.”I froze. “Why would I think about him?”She smirked. “Because you already are. You’ve checked your phone like, ten times.”“I’m waiting for the timetable update,” I lied.“Sure you are.”The bell rang, echoing through the halls. People were hugging
SiennaThe house was quiet — too quiet — except for the ticking wall clock and the hum of the air conditioner. My phone screen glowed faintly under my blanket as Jaxon’s message popped up:Jaxon: Can I come over?My heart skipped a beat. I stared at the message, reading it over and over. Every part of me screamed yes. I typed fast:Me: Come quietly. The door’s not locked.I pressed send, then froze when I heard it — the soft creak of my parents’ bedroom door opening.My stomach dropped. I quickly texted again, hands shaking.Me: Abort. Dad’s awake.I shoved the phone under my pillow, shut my eyes, and turned to my side, pretending to be fast asleep. My heart thudded so loud I was scared it would give me away.Footsteps echoed faintly down the hallway. My dad’s heavy but steady pace. He always had this habit — checking the house before sleeping. Every window, every door.He walked downstairs, the faint sound of the locks clicking as he checked them one by one. I could hear him mutterin
SiennaSunday morning came quiet and pale. The early sun sneaked through my curtains, warming my face just enough to wake me. I stretched under the blanket, hearing faint sounds from down the hall — running water, drawers closing. Jaxon was already up.I slipped out of bed and got ready for church — simple cream dress, light makeup, hair brushed straight. I could already hear my stepmom moving around the house, her heels tapping against the tiles, calling out orders like she always did.“Let’s move, people! We’re leaving in twenty minutes!”The smell of toast and eggs filled the air when I stepped into the hallway — and then I froze.Jaxon was there, standing by the mirror, buttoning his shirt. His hair was still wet, little drops trailing down his neck. For a second, neither of us said a word. His eyes met mine, steady but quiet.“Morning,” he said softly.“Morning,” I whispered back.That was it. Just one word each, but it left my chest tight. I brushed past him quickly, pretending







