Daniel’s pov

The door opened, and Sienna stood there, hair a dark, messy tumble over her shoulders, hazel eyes wide with shock. She was in a thin silk camisole, gray shorts clinging to her thighs, bare feet curling against the floor. Fuck, she was stunning. Real, flawed, and so human it made my chest ache.

“Daniel?” she said, her voice soft, uncertain, like she wasn’t sure I was really here.

I stepped inside, not waiting for permission, and shoved the flowers at her. “For ...