Sienna’s blood turned to ice.
Roman moved instantly. He pulled out of her, grabbed his clothes, and slipped into the small closet without a sound. Sienna yanked her sleep shirt down, shoved her panties under the pillow, and forced her breathing to slow just as the door handle turned.
Her mother stood in the doorway, silhouetted by the dim hallway light.
“I thought I heard voices,” she said quietly.
Sienna sat up, heart slamming so hard she was sure it showed. “I was on the phone. Couldn’t sleep.”
Her mother stepped inside a little further. Her eyes moved around the small room — the slightly messy bed, the open window, the way Sienna’s hair was tangled.
“At this hour?”
“Just… checking in with a friend.”
A long silence stretched between them. Her mother studied her face carefully. Fo
