Jaxon

The plane had settled into its quiet rhythm. The hum of the engines, the dimmed lights, the occasional rustle of someone shifting in their seat — it all blended into a steady background.

But my head wasn’t calm.

Not even close.

Sienna sat beside me earlier, all soft glances and shy smiles, and I’d tried so damn hard to keep my thoughts in check. Every time her leg brushed mine, every time her perfume drifted toward me — it sent me right back to last night. Her breath, her ...