Siena felt a tiny sting in her chest hearing she came last on his list, even after his mother and sister. But she pushed the feeling aside. She liked them too; they were sweet and welcoming, and if they meant that much to him, she could accept that. Still, a small part of her couldn’t help but hope that one day he might put her first. Maybe that was enough — to live her whole life clinging to the hope of being his one and only, the most special person in his world. But would that ever be possible?
But then another thought hit her, and she suddenly pulled back from his arms. Cristiano’s brows furrowed when she tried to slip free again.
“What now?” he asked, his voice low and clipped, as his hands slid up to cup her face. His thumbs brushed away the wet streaks on her cheeks almost tenderl
