The shack’s door groaned open, a damp wind slicing through the stale air, prickling Sienna’s skin—still hot, too hot, from Roman’s kiss. His lips had been rough, desperate, searing into hers, and his hand lingered on her waist, fingers digging in like he could anchor her there. Her chest tightened, breath catching, and she shoved him—hard—her palms slamming against his chest, breaking free. “Get off me,” she snapped, voice jagged, stepping back, boots scraping the gritty floor. Her tank top clung to her ribs, her arms crossing tight over her chest to hide the heat crawling up her neck, the regret sinking in her gut.Roman’s gaze locked onto hers—dark, sharp, a flash of confusion, maybe hurt—and it twisted something in her, sharp and low. She wanted to grab him, pull him back, feel that fire again, but she wouldn’t—couldn’t. Not with everything unraveling. “Sienna,” he said, voice low, gravelly, reaching for her, but she shook her head—quick, fierce—silencing him.“Don’t,” she bit ou
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