Sienna

My heart nearly burst out of my chest when I heard that sound upstairs. It was faint—a floorboard creaking, maybe the shift of a door—but it was enough to make my stomach drop.

Before I could even react, Jaxon was already moving. Quick, smooth, like nothing had happened. One second he was close to me, his warmth all over me, and the next he was back at the dining table, flipping his notebook open like the world’s most serious student.

I froze for a beat, still half in shock. My fingers scrambled over my top, fixing it, pulling it straight, making sure nothing looked out of place. My cheeks...