Sienna

The glow of the bedside lamp painted the room in soft gold, washing over the sheets, my bare shoulders, the faint curve of my knees under the blanket. I lay still, pretending to read, though my eyes hadn’t moved from the same line in ten minutes. All I could see was him — the man across the room, his face dimly lit by the shifting blue light of the screen.

Jaxon sat at the edge of the couch, controller in hand, the sound of explosions and fast-moving footsteps filling the silence between us. His jaw flexed each time he focused, his brows drawn low, and when he leaned forward,...