SIENNA'S POV
“You don’t know anything about me.”
“But I want to.” he said softly, his voice lacing with mockery..
I faltered, shifting backwards. Every rational bone in my body screaming to walk away but my body remembers his hands, my lips remembers his taste.
And with reckless abandon, I let myself in this spur of the moment. Now I wasn't a wife or a mother of an unborn child, I danced as — Sienna.
As the music played on, it seemed to keep its match with mine. The air becomes thicker than before with the reek of alcohol, perfume, heat and sin — my skin glows with the flickering light from the adrenaline, my heart raced as the stranger's body comes in contact with mine.
At first, our bodies were inches apart, the place kept bubbling with everyone dancing, but I — I was in another
