Jaxon

The silence between us got louder. My pen slipped from my fingers, rolling off the desk, but neither of us moved to pick it up.

Sienna’s eyes stayed on mine, wide and locked in place. Her lips parted like she wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

My hand twitched, wanting to reach for hers.

She shifted closer. Just a little. Just enough to send a charge crawling up my spine.

“Jaxon…” she whispered.

That was all it took—one word in that voice. I leaned in, my chest ...