Sienna’s POV
The movie was nearing the end, right around the part where everything was starting to go sideways for the final girl. I was curled up under the covers with Knox, his arm draped lazily across my waist, warm and solid. My fingers absentmindedly traced the lines of his forearm as the suspense built on-screen.
Then the doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it,” I said, stretching and sliding out from under Knox's arm.
“Mmm,” he grumbled, already settling deeper into the pillows like the spoiled man he was. Naked, of course. No shame.
I laughed softly to myself and grabbed the first thing I saw—his discarded basketball shorts from earlier. They hung off my hips like they were barely trying, but they’d do. I slipped my feet into my slippers and headed downstairs.
When I opened the front do
