Sienna

I didn’t plan to answer his call.

When my phone lit up with Jaxon across the screen, my heart jumped and sank at the same time. I stared at it ringing on my pillow, the image of that girl on his lap burned into my mind like a bruise I couldn’t look away from.

I almost let it go to voicemail.

Almost.

But then I swallowed, forced my breathing to steady, and answered.

“Hey,” I said, my voice quiet and way too flat.

“Sienna?” His voice came warm, soft, familiar—like ...