Sienna’s POV
Okay, so boom—this tall, caramel-dipped piece of God’s finest creation walks me to his car and opens the door like we’re filming a Netflix rom-com. I damn near giggled. Like, for real, my lip did that little wibble wobble, and I had to bite it before I embarrassed myself.
“Pull it together, sis,” I whispered to my damn self.
But how am I supposed to act normal when Officer Fine-As-Hell smells like woodsy vanilla and ambition? His cologne hugged me tighter than my last situationship. And don’t even get me started on his jawline—it’s giving superhero. It's giving I bench press 250 but still go to therapy. The man is dangerous.
He slid into the driver’s seat like a man with purpose and a playlist to match. And sure enough, he had ’90s R&B queued up—Jodeci, Jagged Edge, Usher
