Their Game

Sienna’s POV

I swallow hard, glaring up at him even as my body betrays me with its reaction to his closeness. The warmth of his fingers around my wrist burns through my skin, and I hate the way my pulse picks up speed—because I know he feels it.

Lorenzo doesn’t just hold on. He lingers.

His thumb brushes over the inside of my wrist, slow, deliberate. His smirk deepens when he catches the way my br