Netflix and Panic

Sienna

I gulped down the spit pooling in my throat. Almost immediately, beads of sweat began to form at my hairline, tracing a slow, betraying path down to the curve of my lips.

I tried to form a coherent word — any word but my mouth just wouldn't cooperate.

What the heck is wrong with you, Sisi??

"Sisi??" His voice cut through my spiraling thoughts, snapping me back to reality.

My phone buzzed.