Sienna

Jaxon locked the front door behind us, breathing hard, like he was trying to pull himself together for both of us. The cold morning air hit my still-warm skin, making everything feel too real, too fast.

My heart thumped violently.

From fear… and from the fact that if he touched me again, even by mistake, we’d never leave.

He opened the car door for me. His jaw was tight. His hair still damp. His shirt slightly wrinkled from how fast he’d thrown it on.

“Buckle up,” he muttered, voice low and clipped. “We’re cutting this too fucking close.”

I slid in, fingers trembling, thighs still buzzing from everything we’d...