Rhett’s POV

The second I heard the knob rattle, I knew I was screwed.

I pressed my back against the bathroom door, heart pounding so hard it felt like it might crack my ribs. Every sound from the hallway was amplified—Sienna’s frantic voice, her father’s sharp suspicion, the storm hammering the windows.

I wasn’t supposed to be here. Not like this.

Not hiding in her bathroom like some idiot teenager who couldn’t keep his hands off the one girl he wasn’t supposed to want.

Except I ...