Sienna
I waited, staring up at him, heart pounding as though my life depended on his answer. Jaxon finally exhaled, his hand slipping from my hair.
“I… I don’t know, Sienna,” he said. His voice was low, careful, but the words cut through me like glass.
“You don’t know?” I whispered, forcing a weak laugh that didn’t sound like me. “That’s your answer?”
He sat up, rubbing his face with his hands, clearly frustrated. “I’m just saying… it’s complicated. What we’re doing… what this is… I don’t know how it ends. Or if it even can.”
The lump in my throat burned. My chest felt heavy. I pulled myself away from him, ignoring the way his eyes followed me. “Okay. Got it.”
I stood, gathering my clothes. My legs felt weak as I slipped them on quickly, refusing to look back. He didn’t stop me. Didn
