Sienna

I waited, staring up at him, heart pounding as though my life depended on his answer. Jaxon finally exhaled, his hand slipping from my hair.

“I… I don’t know, Sienna,” he said. His voice was low, careful, but the words cut through me like glass.

“You don’t know?” I whispered, forcing a weak laugh that didn’t sound like me. “That’s your answer?”

He sat up, rubbing his face with his hands, clearly frustrated. “I’m just saying… it’s complicated. What ...