Chapter 6

• DANIEL’S POV
• I woke up in Sienna’s bed, sunlight slipping through the blinds, warming my bare chest. My body felt light, still buzzing from last night—her soft laugh, her dark eyes locking on mine, the way she let me hold her like she was mine.
• I reached for her, wanting her warmth, but my hand hit cold sheets. My stomach dropped. Not again! Her running from my place after our first night flashed in my head—heels clicking, door slamming. I sat up, heart racing, looking around. Her paint-stained tank top was on the floor, but no Sienna. Was she scared off by my age, my money, or something deeper?