-Sienna-

The sound of the front door clicking shut cut through the garage like a gunshot.

Jaxon and I froze.

We were still pressed close, breathing hard, our skin damp from what we’d just done.

Not a mistake.

Not an accident.

A choice.

A terrible, perfect, irreversible choice.

"We have to move," I whispered. My voice shook.

He gave one short, tight nod.

We scrambled. I yanked my jeans up, fumbling with the button, my fingers slipping. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. He pulled his shirt over his head so fast the hem caught on his hair.

The heat from a minute ago was gone, it was replaced by something...