SIENNA’S POV

He turned nervously, and for a moment, the way he looked at me made my stomach twist. Not the kind of twist that comes from falling down a staircase—no, this was sharper, deeper, a warning and a promise tangled together.

His gray eyes lingered on me for too long. My pulse spiked.

I swallowed, trying to hide the rush of heat rising in my cheeks. He didn’t move away. He didn’t blink. He just stared, and every second stretched, heavy and dangerous.

I exhaled slowly, ...