Chapter 33

SIENNA

I took a deep breath and leaned closer to the mirror, smoothing out the edges of my lipstick. The color matched the heat still blooming in my cheeks.

Get a grip, Sienna Vance. What the hell was that out there?

The kiss. The crowd. The stares. And the ache still crawling beneath my skin, slow, deliberate, impossible to ignore. Jesus, is this what abstainance does to someone? I can't be