~Sienna~
Waking up, I stretched lazily, letting the warmth of the plush mattress envelop me. A soft sigh escaped my lips as the memories of last night slowly began to filter through my sleepy haze.
The room was quiet except for the faint rustle of the sheets as I shifted, but the faint, lingering scent of him—his musky cologne, mixed with cedarwood and something uniquely Lucas—wrapped around me like a blanket.
I turned my head, my heart sinking slightly as my eyes landed on the empty side of the bed. He was gone. The faintest blush crept over my cheeks as I buried my face into the pillow, inhaling the traces of him that remained.
Lucas Jones confessed.
The thought was like a spark, lighting me up from the inside out. I replayed his words in my mind, the way his voice had softened, the
