Sienna

My heart hammered so loud, I swore Jaxon could hear it. The floor creaked again — slow, steady. Whoever it was, they weren’t just downstairs anymore. They were climbing.

The bedroom door was wide open, our clothes still scattered in the half-light. Panic surged through me.

“Shit, Jaxon—” I whispered, already fumbling for my bra.

“Quick,” he muttered, pulling his shirt over his head and hopping into his jeans.

In less than a minute we were both dressed, though messy, ...