All Chapters of Falling for the Enemy : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I couldn’t stop thinking about it.The kiss.Sienna.The way she’d grabbed me in front of everyone, like she’d finally snapped, like she had to prove something—to Amanda, to herself, to me.But she didn’t have to.Not to me.Because I already knew.Knew she wanted me. Knew she felt this, whatever the hell this was, just as much as I did.And now?There was no going back.I leaned against the porch railing, watching the lake, trying to get my head straight.It wasn’t working.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her.The fire in her eyes. The way her lips had trembled against mine. The way her whole body had melted into me, like she belonged there.Like she wanted to belong there.And now, she was running.I had seen it the second she stormed off after breakfast, Cassie struggling to keep up.She was panicking. Probably overthinking. Probably trying to convince herself it didn’t mean anything.Too bad for her—I wasn’t letting her do that.The cabin door creaked open, and I turned just as

The sun was barely rising when I cracked my eyes open, but I knew, before I even turned my head, that I was alone.Sienna was gone.I sat up slowly, rubbing a hand over my face as last night came rushing back.Her lips.Her body pressed against mine.The way she looked at me—like she wanted to stay but didn’t know how.Like she was afraid to want this as much as I did.I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair.I should’ve expected this.Sienna had always been the type to run when things got too real.And last night?It was real.Too real.With a grunt, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood, stretching out the stiffness in my muscles. The room was still dark, but I could hear movement outside—the rest of the students waking up, getting ready for the last day of the trip.Right.The trip.The whole reason we were here.It was easy to forget that this wasn’t just some weekend getaway—that we were technically on a school excursion, meant to be soaking up educational

The bus ride back to school was nothing short of chaotic.The lads were still buzzing from the trip, making noise in the back like they hadn’t just spent the past few days running on barely any sleep. Someone had smuggled a speaker onto the bus, blasting music loud enough that the teachers had already given up trying to control it.I should’ve been right there with them—laughing, messing around, enjoying the last few moments of freedom before we were dumped back into reality.But my head was somewhere else.Or, more accurately, on someone else.Sienna sat near the middle of the bus, headphones in, staring out the window. She wasn’t talking to anyone, wasn’t engaging in the chaos around her.I knew that look.She was overthinking.I sighed, running a hand through my hair.The thing was, I knew what Amanda had said to her. I knew the way her mind worked, how doubt crept in no matter how many times I tried to shut it down.And I hated it.Hated that she still questioned this—us.I wasn’t

I knew something was wrong with Mom before she even said a word.It was in the way she sat at the kitchen table, staring at the same cup of tea she had been nursing for the past twenty minutes. The way her fingers tapped against the ceramic in a slow, methodical rhythm, like she was deep in thought but didn’t want to share what was running through her mind.The air in the house felt different, heavier. I hadn’t noticed it before, but now it was impossible to ignore.“Mom?” I hesitated, dropping my schoolbag near the door. The weight of the day sat heavy on my shoulders, but the tension in the air made it impossible to think about anything else.She startled, blinking up at me like she had forgotten I was there. Then she forced a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Hey, sweetheart. How was school?”I frowned, stepping closer. “Fine,” I said slowly. “Are you okay?”“Of course.” Her voice was too bright, too forced. “Just tired.”She wasn’t just tired. Something was off. I glanced arou

Luca knew something was wrong.Of course he did.I had spent the past week avoiding him, giving him vague answers, dodging his questions. It wasn’t intentional—at least, not entirely. I just… I didn’t know how to let him in without letting everything else out.And I wasn’t ready for that.Not yet.Friday Morning – School HallwayCassie linked her arm through mine as we walked toward first period, chatting about something I wasn’t really listening to.I should have been listening.I should have been present.But my mind was elsewhere—still stuck in last night, in the way Luca had looked at me when he called himself my boyfriend.Boyfriend.The word alone sent my heart into a tailspin.“Sienna?”I blinked. “Huh?”Cassie stopped walking, her brows furrowing. “Are you even listening?”I winced. “Uh… yeah?”Her eyes narrowed. “Okay, what did I just say?”“Something about…” I trailed off. “Shit.”She sighed. “Alright, what’s going on? You’ve been weird all week.”I shook my head. “Nothing.