LOGINSiennaI froze for a second when I heard the blaring horn outside. My heart jumped into my throat. “Oh no, no, no,” I whispered to myself, scrambling to gather the last of my scattered clothes.Footsteps followed immediately. “Sienna! Open up!” Kendra’s voice rang, sharp with laughter.I grabbed my bra off the couch—thankfully hidden from the guys—but it was too late for full discretion. I shoved it and the rest of the clothes into the nearest corner of my room, praying she wouldn’t notice everything else.Kendra barged in, hands on her hips, eyes wide. “Oh… wow,” she said, stepping over a pile of jeans and T-shirts. “Your room… Sienna, what happened here? Looks like a tornado hit.”I turned, cheeks flaming. “Shhh! Not now!” I hissed, pointing to the door. “They’re coming in—don’t say a word!”She raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Uh-huh, sure… I won’t say anything, but you owe me an explanation later.”I rolled my eyes and dove for the clothes. “Later is later. Now, play nice!”Footsteps
SiennaThe late afternoon sun spilled through the open garage door, bathing the space in a warm, golden light. Jaxon was still bent over the trunk, arranging boxes and duffel bags, his shirt clinging lightly to his back. I stood there, watching him in silence. Every zip of a bag, every slam of a car door felt like another reminder that time was running out.I didn’t plan to move closer. My legs just did it on their own.Before I could even think, my arms slipped around his waist from behind.He froze for a second, then let out a soft breath. “Sienna…”His voice came low, unsure, like he was afraid to turn around.“I know,” I whispered, my face pressed to his back. “You’re leaving soon, but… I just—” My words caught in my throat. I didn’t even know what I was trying to say. Everything I wanted to tell him felt too heavy to fit into a sentence.Jaxon turned around slowly, his hands resting gently on my arms. His eyes met mine—soft, a little tired, but filled with something that made my
SiennaThe 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







