A devastatingly soft voice drifted down from above her. "I'm not blaming you. It's all me."
"I've been wanting to do this for a long time. Ever since this afternoon, when you held my hand."
"That's why I tried so hard not to look at you."
Sienna paused, tilting her face up. She instantly drowned in his pitch-black gaze, as deep and mysterious as a midnight lake, effortlessly pulling her under.
The very next second, her feet left the floor.
She let out a startled gasp, her hands flying up to grip his broad shoulders. In a blink, he had hoisted her entirely onto the hard windowsill, her legs dangling in the air.
Sienna glanced sideways out the window, then peered nervously down at the floor.
"Are you afraid of heights?"
"..."
Sienna really wanted to know just how fragile and delicate Jorrod thought she was.
"You're being dramatic, I— mm..."
Jorrod planted a hand on either side of her hips and crashed his lips down on hers, breathless with need.
Sienna closed her eyes, lazily looping her arms around his neck.
This position was definitely more convenient, and vastly more comfortable.
The ledge was wide enough, and the height was perfect.
She used to think the exact same thing when she was a little girl, but back then, she only sat up here to do her homework. Now...
Her ears flushed a deep crimson. Through the haze, she heard the man murmur, "Is it cold?"
It had been cold initially, but their body heat had long since warmed the stone, and they were still fully clothed anyway.
Sienna shook her head.
Suddenly, a genuine shiver of cold air swept up her spine.
Jorrod had pushed the hem of her shirt up.
"What about now?"

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