Sienna

The honk ripped through the air again.

Jaxon and I froze—he was still inside me. My blood turned to ice.

“Shit,” he whispered, panic flashing across his face.

We scrambled apart, grabbing clothes from the floor. My hands shook so badly I could barely pull my top over my head. The sound of the car door slamming shut outside made my heart drop to my knees.

“Go!” I hissed. “Now—Jaxon, please!”

He didn’t argue this time. He slipped on his joggers, grabbed his shirt, and darted for the door. We moved like ghosts, silent and frantic. I could hear his footsteps fade down the hall, then the soft click...