Running

Sienna’s POV

The silence that followed Lorenzo’s departure was deafening. My pulse was still erratic, my skin still burning from his touch, from the weight of his words.

Because we want you. But not just for a night, Sienna. Not like that.

I exhaled shakily, pressing my fingers against my lips as if that could erase the ache blooming in my chest. What did that even mean? What did they want from me