Chapter 8
486 Words
Sienna’s POV
I wasn’t a morning person.
I wasn’t even a barely-functioning human before coffee.
Which was why, when I stumbled into the kitchen, hair a tangled mess and vision still half-blurry from sleep, my brain wasn’t exactly operating at full capacity.
The house was quiet—too quiet. The kind of quiet that made me forget I wasn’t alone here.
Yawning, I shuffled to the espresso machine, pressing buttons on autopilot. My silk nightwear—an oversized camisole and matching shorts—clung lazily to my body, but I barely noticed. It wasn’t like anyone was watching.
Or so I thought.
Because of course he had to walk in right then.
"Wow."
I froze.
My fingers clenched around my coffee mug as I slowly turned.
And there he was.
Leo stood at the kitchen entrance, leaning against the doorway like a goddamn movie scene—sweatpants hanging low on his hips, his gray T-shirt slightly rumpled, hair messier than usual. His morning look was annoyingly attractive, like he had just walked out of a high-end cologne commercial.
But his eyes—those sharp, unreadable blue eyes—were locked on me.
I suddenly became hyper-aware of myself.
The way my camisole barely covered my thighs. The way the thin straps hung loosely off my shoulders. The way my body was on full display in the golden morning light.
His gaze flickered down, then back up.
"Uh—" He cleared his throat, looking away. "Didn’t know you were up."
"Didn’t know you were up," I shot back, gripping my coffee mug like it was a lifeline.
He exhaled, stepping further inside. "I was gonna grab coffee, but—" He gestured vaguely toward me. "Didn’t mean to… interrupt."
I rolled my eyes, trying to act like my heart wasn’t slamming against my ribcage. "You’re not interrupting. This is the kitchen. And last I checked, I live here too."
"Right," he said, but he still wasn’t looking at me.
Which somehow made it worse.
I turned away, focusing on my coffee. "Relax, Leo. It’s just pajamas."
He let out a low laugh. "Yeah. Just pajamas."
Something about his tone made my stomach flip.
I took a long sip of coffee, hoping the caffeine would kill whatever weird tension had just settled between us.
When I turned back, he was already making his coffee, deliberately avoiding eye contact.
Fine. Good.
This was fine.
I cleared my throat. "So, uh… I’ll be taking the car into town today. Need to get some supplies for the kitchen."
Leo nodded, stirring his coffee. "Cool. I’ll be out most of the day too."
"Great. Then we won’t have to see each other."
A smirk played on his lips. "That your way of saying you’ll miss me?"
I scoffed. "Not in this lifetime."
He chuckled, finally meeting my gaze again. "If you say so, Clarke."
And just like that, I regretted everything.
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