~Sienna~

Norman places his hand on my lower back, guiding me through the hotel, an habit I’ve come to expect every time we’re together. His touches, whether gentle or deliberate keeps me wanting for more.

He’s been quite all though the flight, eyes glued to his laptop, I still know nothing about this supposed business trip, but I’m too grateful for the escape to complain.

I manage to keep a calm expression despite the raging storm in my heart, it feels like it’s strangled in my ...