6
Sienna
“Sienna?”
The soft smell of the pine and cloves wafts over me. I lean into it.
The voice calls again. This time there's a touch of humor in it, which cuts through the layers of sluggish sleep.
I come awake in an instant, to find him watching me.
The green in his eyes swirl, drawing me in. He leans in to touch my cheek and a shudder runs through me, breaking the spell.
"Jace?" My voice comes out rough.
I clear my throat to dispel the remnants of sleep.
He doesn’t reply. His breath ruffles my hair, shuddering over my skin.
I want to touch his hair, his lips. Run my hands over the skin of his neck.
His eyes dilate into pinpricks of green. Then he's moving back and out of the car.
I blink, look out the window. We're parked on a runway. I've slept through the short ride.
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