(Sienna’s POV)
I sat hunched over my drafting table for too long. Standing, I first stretch my arms over my head, then make fists and press them into my back. Satisfaction blooms as the crack of vertebrae moving back into place reaches my ears.
Demetria enters with a hot, steamy cup of coffee.
Reaching for the cup, I hold it between my hands, savoring the warmth, smelling the sweet sugar and cinnamon mixed with the smooth bitterness of the coffee beans, and the caffeine from the espresso. A soft moan escapes me at the first, creamy sip.
Demetria chuckles, “Wow, save it for your wedding night.”
I roll my eyes. “Oh, let me enjoy my moment, will ya?”
She strolls over casually, trying not to let me see her sneak a peek at my drawings.
“If you wanna see them, just say so,” I say wi
