10
Sienna
Hands grip my upper arms, steadying me on my feet. I turn around, look up into a face I don't recognize.
Yet, something in the layout of those features is familiar. He's of medium height, stocky. Not even the tailored, tasteful suit he's wearing can quite conceal the bulge of muscles of his arms. His fingers holding me are thick, but gentle.
"Hey, Sienna." A wide grin lights up his pale brown eyes.
"Tom?" I gasp.
Am I dreaming? My childhood friend who I'd grown up with in Gainesville. The last time I'd seen him was before I'd moved to Silicon Valley. What's he doing in London?
Tom pulls me to him and kisses me straight on my lips.
Next to me Jace stiffens. Tension emanates off him. He hasn't said anything. And yet the space between us pulses with emotion. Jace's pissed of
