Sienna's POV
I was lying on something hard, yet it felt soft. The light smell of leather and sandalwood wafted off it. It all felt perfect, like I was in the right place, until it groaned, making me jump off the bed like I'd been electrocuted.
"The f**k, why are you here?" I asked, clutching the duvet close to my body. I was f*****g naked, and Theo was clothed—fully clothed.
"I'm sorry. You were drunk and insisted I stay with you," he replied, looking flustered. I could remember the hazy memory of me doing that.
"You could have rejected me like you always do," I snapped, wondering why the hell he would even consider staying.
"Well, you were clutching onto my hand like a newborn," he replied.
"Why do you always look so scared? What were you dreaming about?" he asked, looking at me wit
