Sienna’s POV
The night I spent in Ian’s arms was the best night of my life. Sure, he wasn’t the world’s most attentive lover, and I had to put in most of the work, but he was still there, he was still hot and hard for me. And when we both found release, it was my hips he grabbed hold of. My neck he latched onto.
Amelia could never.
In the afterglow, in the stillness of the morning, Ian’s arms weren’t around me, but I was still pressed up against him, enjoying his warmth. I was still in his bedsheets, in his bed, no longer forced to imagine what this place would look like.
“Was it good for you?” he asked me.
“Yes,” I replied. I smiled at him, thinking he might want to have another go before I would have to retreat back into the basement. I wondered what they others would think when I s
