Sienna’s POV

I couldn’t breathe.

Not because of the storm outside or because the library is ill ventilated. And definitely not because of the way thunder had rattled the glass like the world was ending. No. I couldn't breathe because the real storm was him. The look in Rhett’s eyes. The heat in his words. The way his voice had burned into me when he said, “I see the fire under all that ice.”

And the way I almost let him kiss me.

Almost.

I had pulled away at the last second, heart in ...