Sienna

The music was loud enough to rattle the picture frames on the wall. Someone had dragged in extra chairs, the coffee table was crowded with cups, and the whole living room smelled of chips, soda, and cheap cologne.

I sat on the edge of the couch, nursing a drink I didn’t even want, my eyes betraying me every time they flicked toward Jaxon. He sat across the room, Ava practically draped over him like she owned him. Her laugh was too high, too eager, every word she spoke aimed at ...