Jaxon
The sound dragged me out of sleep. Soft clinking, drawers sliding, a faint hum of movement downstairs. I blinked, disoriented, my phone screen glaring back at me: 4:49 a.m.
For a second, I thought it was nothing — maybe the house settling. Then I heard it again. Pots. Cupboards. Someone moving around in the kitchen.
My heart kicked.
Mom.
I turned my head, and there she was — Sienna. Curled up beside me, her sexy body warm against mine, tangled in the sheets. Her lips parted slightly, breathing slow, innocent in sleep.
And we were in her bed. Together. Naked.
“Damn,” I muttered under my breath, dragging a hand through my hair.
I froze, listening harder. Mom’s footsteps. The fridge door opening. Water running. She was already up, probably prepping breakfast like she always did
