Page 40 of Set the Moment
“What’s your excuse?” I croak, my voice hoarse as I quirk a brow at her. Sienna smiles down at me, fully sitting on my lap as she chuckles lightly, hiding her face in my neck.
“God, this is embarrassing…” she mumbles, her voice vibrating against my neck as I chuckle, pulling her back and removing her hands from her face.
“Don’t hide from me.” The softness of my voice is unrecognizable to my own ears as Sienna perks up, uncovering her face.
She is stunning…
I haven’t had a healthy relationship since she left that night. In a way, I think that her leaving caused me to not be able to fully give myself to other women. Yeah, I’d have sex with them, but Sienna is the only woman who has ever known my mind. She can read and see everything that goes on in my head without me letting her.
I haven’t been dumped since then, either. I do the dumping. But with her here in my lap, I realize that I’d let her run away again, however this time, I’d chase her. I’d catch her and I won’t ever let her go.
The incident broke me, but now I’m ready for us.
Sienna looks at me, and I meantrulylooks at me. Her hazel gaze is unwavering and soft, holding the world beneath the depths of her irises. When she leans in closer to me, I don’t hesitate to mimic her, but just as our lips are close to brushing against one another, a phone rings. Sienna jumps from my lap like she’s been scalded, and I curse whichever one of the fates putthisinto our timeline.
“Fuck…” I quietly curse, eyeing my phone then back to the quiet girl on the couch, now cuddling herself.
“I’ll be back.” I frown, taking the call into the kitchen as my mom’s name displays across the screen. I love my mom, don’t get me wrong, but she just interrupted the most important moment of my life.
“Honey, hi!” My mom’s voice is surprised as I answer the phone with slight rustling and whispering in the background.
“What’s up, Mom? I’m kind of in the middle of something—”
She cuts me off, her voice cheerful as she says, “Oh! This won’t take too long, sweetheart,” before clearing her throat.
Immediately, my hackles raise.
“Oh for the love of—”
“Angelina and I were just speaking about you and her daughter, Kacey! I remember the two of you having something last year and—”
The last thread of my sanity snaps as I sigh, pinching thebridge of my nose.
I was cockblocked for this?
“Mom, you realize that I’m barely twenty, right? Besides, I'm kind of busy right now…” I try, but dear old Anna Heart isn’t hearing any of that.
“Nonsense, sweetheart. Your father and I were your age when we got married!” she exclaims, her light southern accent peeking out as I groan. My nostrils flare with annoyance as I turn back to face the living room where Sienna sits, watching the movie.
She’s quieter than before, but is now lounging closer to the spot that I’d sat in before getting up. My mom drones on about the importance of marriage andblah blah blah,but my mind drowns her out as I watch the pink haired girl before me laugh.
It's a soft, quiet laugh, with her covering her mouth briefly. Sienna must sense my gaze on her, as her laughter dies down while she turns to face me. Her eyes narrow on me as she tilts her head, as if to silently ask if I'm okay. Nodding, I mouth the wordMom, pointing to my phone just as my mother hangs up.
Heaving a small sigh, I round back towards the couch, plopping down right beside Sienna as she turns to fully face me. Her eyes searching my face for answers, but she doesn’t say anything, and neither do I.
“So… you actually want to pet a monkey?” I ask, looking between her and the TV.
Sienna raises an amused brow at me, tilting her head. I groan as she looks at me. Those eyes of hers just do something to me. The scent of her vanilla and chai perfume sticks to my clothes, warming my skin with her fragrance.
I can never get enough of her.
“Huh?” she asks, but I don’t elaborate. Instead, I hop up from my seat on the couch and head back into the kitchen and rummage through the drawers. When I find what I’m looking for, a huge smile plasters itself across my face before I take a seat by her.
“This here is your list, sweetheart. We’re going to finish everything by—”
“December 31st…my birthday,” she finishes for me sheepishly. My throat catches realizing the date.
“Right.” I cough. “The 31st…Anyways…uhm…have a heart wrenching break up experience?” I muse, twisting to face her as she shrugs.
