Sienna

The soft knock woke me.

It wasn’t loud — just a small, careful tap that echoed faintly through the quiet room.

For a moment, I didn’t even move. My body still felt heavy from sleep, the sheets warm, the light outside a soft gold. Jaxon stirred beside me, stretching before realizing something had made the sound.

We exchanged a look. Neither of us spoke.

He pushed himself up slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Room service?”

“It’s too early,” I whispered.

He swung his legs over the bed, his bare feet touching the carpet. The knock didn’t come again, but the silence that followed felt heavier than before...