Unspoken History

Sienna

The voice beside me was familiar enough to yank me straight out of my sulking.

Beckett leaned against the counter like he owned the place, dark hair slightly messy, like he'd run his fingers through it one too many times.

A lazy grin tugged at his mouth, the kind that usually meant trouble. His hoodie hung loose over broad shoulders, and the arcade lights flashed blue and red across the s