Chapter Sixty-Eight

Sienna stared at their joined hands, Camden's larger ones enveloping hers with warmth that seeped into her bones. His question hung between them, weighted with possibility and peril. She felt if she said yes it would be more than what they had already shared.

Stay the night.

"I can't," she whispered, though her body screamed the opposite. "Tasha's waiting outside."

"Then call her." Camden's thumbs