Sienna

I swallowed hard, my pulse racing, and nodded slightly.

“Yes,” I whispered. “I want you.”

The corners of his lips curved into a soft, almost relieved smile. His hand reached gently for mine, intertwining our fingers. The car felt smaller, warmer, the air around us charged with something that made my heart hammer in my chest.

For a moment, we just stayed like that — silent, holding onto each other, letting the tension stretch between us.

Then, almost suddenly, the sky ...