SIENNA’S POV
I stood frozen in the middle of the room long after the door clicked shut. “Don’t drool on the sheets,” I muttered to myself.
What a psychopath! My face was so hot I was surprised the sprinklers hadn't gone off.
"He was letting me sleep here anyway," I shrugged, a small smile tugging at my lips. "In his bed." I giggled, stamping my feet on the floor like a teenager before taking a deep breath, trying to steady myself before I got caught.
A little while later, I caught a whiff of something incredible drifting from downstairs. I followed the scent and found Kieran sitting at the dining table.
On the counter sat a plate of Eggs Benedict, perfectly poached eggs resting on thick slices of smoked ham and toasted English muffins, topped with a velvety, gold hollandaise sau
