Chapter 308

　　Sienna

　　The spoon hung suspended.

　　My breath caught.

　　His thumb stroked once—slow, deliberate.

　　And the entire room, the chatter, the clattering forks, Mom and Dad's little argument—

　　Everything faded.

　　It was just his hand.

　　On me.

　　Warm. Sure. Claiming.

　　And suddenly, the dinner table f...