Sienna

The first thing I noticed was the light.

It spilled across the curtains — warm, golden, and far too bright for how tired I felt. My body ached, every muscle humming with a slow, sweet reminder of what the night had been.

Jaxon was still asleep beside me, one arm draped lazily over my waist, his breath soft against my neck. His hair was a mess, his face peaceful — the kind of peaceful that made me smile even before I opened my eyes fully.

I shifted slightly, wincing a little. ...