Sienna

For a heartbeat, I froze. The sound was small — just a faint ping — but after everything we’d been through, my body reacted before my brain caught up.

Then Jaxon grabbed the remote and turned toward the sound. “It’s just your phone,” he said softly.

I exhaled, trying not to laugh at myself. “God, I think I’ve developed a fear of notifications.”

He smirked. “You and me both.”

I reached over the table for my phone. The screen was flooded with new alerts. “It’s from the snap we posted earlier,” I said, scrolling through.

Comments were pouring in — our classmates, old friends, and even a few random...