Sienna

The air between us snapped like a live wire. Jaxon’s mouth moved against mine with a hunger that made my whole body tremble, my hands clawing at his shirt before I even realized what I was doing.

Somewhere between kisses, clothes started tumbling to the floor—his hoodie, my cardigan, his t-shirt. We didn’t stop to think. We didn’t even breathe. It was like the whole week of holding back had erupted in one unstoppable wave.

“I missed you too,” I whispered against ...