SIENNA’S POV
I rubbed the scented hand cream into my palms slowly, deliberately, letting the jasmine and vanilla cling to my skin.
It was a ritual now. One I didn't even realize I'd picked up until I was addicted to it.
It definitely could have something to do with the fact that Everett had complimented the scent on me once, during my pregnancy, and never again.
I exhaled a deep breath as I turned my head from side to side, loosening the slight knot on the sides.
Tonight, he would touch me.
I was sure of it.
Everett had been… different at dinner. Everytime I looked up, I felt his eyes on me. Lingering on me in a way that made my body heat climb up.
And everytime our eyes locked, his mouth would curve into a sly smile filled with promises.
Perhaps, he'd began to understand that his
