SIENNA.

“Dare you,” I said, the words sliding out of my mouth before I could stop them.

Reed’s dark eyes locked on mine over the rim of his beer. The rooftop party pulsed around us with bass thumping through the concrete and string lights casting gold across his sharp jaw. We had known each other since freshman year of college when I spilled an entire iced coffee down the front of his favorite band tee and he laughed instead of yelling. Nine years of shared apartments, late-night drives, and the kind of trust that made every other relationship feel temporary. He was the constant. The safe one. The man I...