Chapter 13. Trapped

Sienna

Calm down.

You hate him. Yes, Sienna, you fucking hate him—just remember that. Only that.

But those abs… hating them seemed unfair to god—to his creation.

I held my breath as he glanced at what looked like a mirror, drying his hair with one hand while holding the phone low with the other. And—if I had to describe it as best as I could—I caught a glimpse of his side, the sharp line of his waist, a teasing hint of that V, the sculpted perfection of him. The angle… it was a straight-up thirst trap, the kind that clogs your feed with stupid reels—but Alex wasn’t an influencer. He didn’t have to try. Just existing, he made one. Perfectly.

God! His jaw was so fucking sharp.

“I almost thought you wouldn’t pick up.” He raised the phone, grinning, water droplets trailing down his neck. My brain immediately betrayed me. I did not want to think about those droplets let alone dreaming of being one of them.

“Well…” I forced logic into my pa