Sienna
The kiss grew deeper before either of us realized how lost we were in it. Jaxon’s hand moved to my cheek, his thumb brushing gently under my chin, pulling me a little closer. The soft hum of night faded, leaving only the sound of our hearts beating against the quiet air.
I didn’t even know how long it lasted — seconds, maybe minutes — but it felt like time had stopped just for us.
Then I caught sight of a passing car at the edge of the park road, and reality hit like cold water. I pulled back slightly, breath shaky.
“Jaxon,” I whispered.
He blinked, dazed. “What?”
“Do you realize we’re in an open park?” I said, voice low but urgent. “And this is literally our neighborhood. Anyone could’ve seen us.”
For a moment, he looked surprised — then he chuckled, trying not to laugh too
