Sienna
The first thing I noticed was the light.
It spilled across the curtains — warm, golden, and far too bright for how tired I felt. My body ached, every muscle humming with a slow, sweet reminder of what the night had been.
Jaxon was still asleep beside me, one arm draped lazily over my waist, his breath soft against my neck. His hair was a mess, his face peaceful — the kind of peaceful that made me smile even before I opened my eyes fully.
I shifted slightly, wincing a little. “Oh God…” I whispered under my breath, biting back a laugh.
Last night hadn’t just been passion — it had been chaos. Beautiful, unplanned, unstoppable chaos.
I traced my fingers along his arm, remembering the way his hands had held me, the way he’d whispered my name like it was the only thing that mattered
