Sienna’s POV

The thing about crossing a line is… once you’ve stepped over it, there’s no way back.

I kissed Rhett Carter. Worse—I wanted it and now, hours later, we were in my room.

The storm had finally passed, the silence after it is deafening, like the whole world was holding its breath. My heart thudded in the same rhythm, heavy and unsteady. I sat stiff on the edge of my bed, trying not to look at him where he leaned against the door, arms crossed, watching me like he could ...