Sienna

The glow of my phone lit up the room in soft blue, the thread of our messages still open. My last words to him hung there like a dare:

I want you. Will you come over to my room?

The three dots appeared. Disappeared. Then came back again. My heart beat so fast it felt like it would tear out of my chest.

A few minutes later, the faintest creak of the floorboard by my door made me sit up. My pulse raced as the handle turned slowly. Jaxon slipped inside, closing it behind him with the ...