The soft hum of the city filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, distant and muffled, like it belonged to someone else's life.
Sienna stirred beneath the crisp white sheets, blinking against the light leaking through the curtains. Her body ached—not in pain — maybe a little bit, but in memory.
She sat up slowly, the cool air wrapping around her as the blanket slid off her bare skin. The other side of the bed was empty. Sebastian was gone.
The silence didn't feel cold, just quiet.
She drew her knees up and hugged them, resting her chin on top. Her mind felt cluttered with thoughts she didn't have the energy to untangle. Last night had been a blur of tension, exhaustion, comfort… need.
And now, this morning, she didn't know what it meant—if it meant anything at all.
