Page 69 of When You Wish Upon a Wideout

Beau had left a victorious—meaning Henry lost—Scrabble night and was at a red light a town away from Brookwood when he realized he had forgotten his phone he had left in Sienna’s room before the bike ride. Making a right at the intersection, Beau headed back to her house, trying not to feel too guilty for the loud engine roaring through the sleepy, small-town streets.

Sienna’s house was dark apart from the front door light. Hopping off the bike, he chewed on his lip in the middle of the walkway, unsure if he should ring the bell or knock and risk waking Grace and Henry.

Fuck it.He laughed and cut across the grass to the driveway, making his way to the side of the house, reminding himself that Sienna’s bedroom was no longer the first window to his right but the one farther down. He tapped on the glass lightly and anxiously.

“Sienna,” Beau whispered, tapping again, sighing with relief when a light turned on in her room.

“What are you doing?” her muffled voice asked through the glass.

“Neighborhood watch,” he said sarcastically, trying to keep his voice down. “Do you mind?”

Bouncing anxiously, Beau watched Sienna turn the latch and slide the window and screen up before he pressed his hands into the tracking and hoisted himself through the opening.

“I don’t remember the windows being this small,” he huffed as his boot got stuck in the tracking when his palms held his weight on the floor. Yanking his foot free, Beau slipped, losing his balance, and clamoring loudly into her room.

But Beau didn’t mind that he banged his knee or that his hands hurt from the metal window slide. The muddled giggle Sienna let out made it worth it.

“I have a door, you know,” she whispered against his lips before they both straightened. “And a phone.”

Beau adjusted his jacket. “I forgot mine.”

“Oh.” Sienna grabbed Beau’s cell and handed it to him. “I didn’t realize.”

Pocketing his phone, Beau reached out, tugging at Sienna’s pajama top. “Nice shirt, thief.”

She looked down, smoothing the bottom of his old Weezer shirt. “I told you, I forgot to give it back.”

“You also said you didn’t wear it.”

Sienna played with the bottom hem. “Well, these days I’m doing a lot of stuff I once said I wouldn’t do again.” Her mouth morphed into a soft smile. “I’ve become a little bit of a hypocrite.”

Her admission seized Beau with such strong happiness that it banished the surprise that had originally painted his face.

Beau’s gaze traveled down the well-faded shirt, past the soft shorts peeking out from beneath, down her bare legs.

He licked his lips. “I’ll have to add ‘being a hypocrite’ to the list of my favorite things about you.” When he swept his eyes back up her body, Beau could see her throat bob with a heavy swallow.

“Did you just come back for your phone?”

Beau cupped Sienna’s cheek and tilted her head up. “What do you think?” He pressed his lips to hers, moving closer when Sienna sighed into his mouth. “But I can’t stay for more than a goodnight kiss.”

Another minute of this though, Beau thought, leaning his forehead to Sienna’s and closing his eyes when hers fluttered shut.

Sienna slid her hands from Beau’s waist to his back, slipping beneath his jacket and shirt. “You could though,” she said against his mouth. “Grace is asleep.” Her fingertips fluttered along the waistband of his jeans. “Henry probably too.”

“Do you think I waited all this time to hear you scream my name while you bite into a pillow?” He shook his head, dragging his lips across Sienna’s jaw to her ear. “I didn’t.”

Sienna pulled back. “You’re awfully confident.”

Beau bit his lip, sliding his hand from her face, down her neck, and to the valley between her uncaged breasts, lingering. Sienna’s chest stilled beneath his touch, and she whimpered when he dropped his hand.

“When you can run away for a sleepover at my place, I’m happy to show you how confident I am. Go back to sleep.” He motioned at the half-slept-in covers. “And Sienna? Dream of me, alright?”

She sauntered over to the window and kissed him before he climbed through. “I was halfway there when you knocked.”

Beau dropped to the ground and watched her slide the window shut, pressing her hand to the glass for a moment before stepping away. He stood there until the room went dark and made his way to the front of the house. Licking his lips, he grinned over Sienna’s faintly mint taste lingering.

Beau jumped when he found Henry at the edge of the driveway, where he had dragged the trash cans to the curb. Trying to ignore Henry’s laughter, Beau kept his head down, heading to his bike.

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