Chapter Twenty-One Sienna“I just want to talk, Sienna. Please.”
This is the third time in the last hour that Ryder has knocked on my bedroom door in an attempt to talk things out. As if he could somehow explain away the fact that he just pummeled my heart into the concrete.
I sniffle and wipe my nose when I hear Ryder’s defeated sigh outside my door, followed by the sound of his footsteps leading away from my room and the click of his own door shutting.
Good. Stay the hell away from me and go think about what you did.
When was the last time my brother and I fought like this? It was probably when we were teenagers and too caught up in our own hormones to think about each other’s feelings. But I can’t talk to him right now. I have nothing to say to him.
I reach for my phone, hopeful tha
