Sienna

For a few seconds, neither of us moved. The music had stopped, and the sound that replaced it froze every muscle in my body—voices.

Downstairs.

Jaxon looked at me sharply. “They’re home,” he whispered.

I blinked, confused at first. “What? They—”

Then it hit me. Our parents. They’d only gone to visit some friends after coming back from Paris. They weren’t supposed to be home yet.

My heart jumped into my throat. “Oh my God,” I muttered, grabbing for my clothes.

Jaxon was already on his feet, pulling on his hoodie, his face tight. “Hurry, Sienna. Put that on. Now.”

“I am!” My fingers fumbled over the fabric. My...