Chapter 57

Daniel’s POV

The door opened, and Sienna stood there, hair a dark, messy tumble over her shoulders, hazel eyes wide with shock. She was in a thin silk camisole, gray shorts clinging to her thighs, bare feet curling against the floor. Fuck, she was stunning. Real, flawed, and so human it made my chest ache.

“Daniel?” she said, her voice soft, uncertain, like she wasn’t sure I was really here.

I stepped inside, not waiting for permission, and shoved the flowers at her. “For you,” I muttered, my voice rough, scratched raw from too many nights of whiskey and regret.

Her fingers grazed mine as she took the bouquet, and that tiny touch was like a spark to dry tinder. Her eyes flicked to the roses, then back to me, lips parting like she was about to speak—maybe to ask why I was here, maybe to bring up Zoe or the mess we’d made. I didn’t let her.

I closed the space between us, hands cupping her face, and kissed her. Hard. Deep. Like I was trying to pour