Sienna

The night air still clung to my skin, sticky with sweat, lake mist, and Jaxon’s touch. My legs were trembling as I tried to fix my dress, my breathing shallow and uneven, like my body hadn’t yet realized the world kept moving. Jaxon was buttoning his shirt with that smug little grin he always wore after ruining me, and it made me bite back a laugh—even though part of me wanted to pounce on him all over again.

I froze when I heard footsteps crunching over the gravel path. My heart almost jumped out of my throat.

Tyler.

He was a few meters away, his voice carrying low as...