The screen flickered as the call connected.
Sienna's face appeared, dimly lit by the glow of her phone. Her hair was tousled, eyes heavy with exhaustion, but she was unmistakably awake. Behind her, nestled beneath the covers, Camille lay motionless, deeply asleep.
Of course she was.
Once Camille was out, waking her up was an impossible task.
Sienna, on the other hand—
I sighed. "It's a workday, Sienna."
She blinked. "And?"
"You should be sleeping."
She scoffed, shifting slightly. "I can't sleep without you."
I felt something in my chest tighten.
She said it so matter-of-factly, as if it was just a simple truth of the universe. As if it was obvious. But there was a softness in her voice, a quiet admission that made my breath catch.
It was adorable.
"You're ridiculous," I murmured.
"You love me," she shot back, her lips curving into the faintest hint of a smirk.
I did.
