Sienna

The sunlight poured softly through the tall glass windows, painting golden lines across the suite. It was our last morning in Dubai — and the thought brought a strange mix of calm and quiet sadness. The trip had felt like a dream, and now, waking up felt like trying to hold on to the last part of it before the real world returned.

I stretched, still half tangled in the sheets, and turned toward Jaxon. He was already awake — scrolling through his phone, his hair a little messy, his grin lazy.

“Morning,” he said, voice rough.

“Morning,” I mumbled, sitting up. “You’re up early.”

He smirked. “You move...