Morning light crept through the curtains. Too bright. Too harsh.
Sienna opened her eyes slowly. Her neck ached from sleeping in a strange position. For a moment, she forgot where she was.
Then she remembered.
Landon's penthouse.
She sat up. Looked around. The room smelled like stale alcohol and something else. Something sad.
Landon was on the couch. Still dressed in last night's clothes. His shirt hung open, showing his chest rising and falling. His jaw was tight even in sleep. Like he was fighting something in his dreams.
Sienna stood. Walked closer. Stopped a few feet away.
She shouldn't be here. She knew that. But looking at him now, all she felt was this strange ache in her chest.
"Why do you keep hurting yourself, Landon?" she whispered.
He didn't answer.
