Sienna
The first thing I felt as I opened my eyes was warmth. Jaxon’s arm was around me, the blanket twisted between us, his slow breathing brushing my ear. For a moment, I didn’t want to move at all. The couch wasn’t much of a bed, but with him holding me, it felt better than any mattress. It felt safe. It felt like home.
The sunlight slipped through the curtains and kissed my face until I squinted. Then came the loud and sharp buzz rattling against the coffee table. I groaned, reaching out, wishing I could silence it before it ruined the quiet. But Jaxon was already stirring, his chest lifting with a low, sleepy sound.
“Hello?” I mumbled into the phone, my voice scratchy.
It was my dad and beside him, Jaxon’s mom. They were on speaker together, their voices cheerful and way too alert
