Thirteen

As soon as the door to her bedroom slammed shut, Sienna Williams let out a breathe she hadn't realised she was holding. Her heart was still pounding from how close Aaron was to her and now she managed to keep her composure, now she managed to not trail her hands through his soft-looking brown hair was beyond her comprehension.

She paced her bedroom, the plush carpet muffling her footsteps. Her mind was racing, thoughts colliding like cars in a high-speed chase. Her conversation with Aaron still echoed in her mind, stirring up emotions she’d tried hard to bury. She couldn't shake the memory of his face, his words, the way he looked at her. It had been too much. She had thought she could handle him, but her racing heart and the knot in her stomach told a different story.

“Get it together, Sienna,” she muttered to herself, running a hand through her hair. “He broke you, remember?”

She had always been in control, always the one who called the shots. But Aaron... Aaron had a way of getting