Sienna

I was still pulling my panties up when my heart almost stopped.

“Sienna?” Jaxon’s mom’s voice carried from the hallway, closer and closer.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, fumbling with my shirt. My hands shook so much I buttoned it wrong.

Jaxon was already yanking his jeans back on, our hair was a complete mess.

 “She’s heading here first,” he hissed, looking around like a cornered criminal.

“What do we do? What do we do?!” I panicked, throwing my bra under the ...