Chapter Thirty

Eric

But she dodged my attempt and chuckled as she pressed a finger to my lips instead. "I am not ruining my lipstick." She grinned, the whites of her teeth looking really bright against her lips.

I smiled and scoffed to myself. Then I raised my hand and grasped hers in mine, interlacing our fingers together.

I looked down at her painted nails. "But soon?" I asked. I fucking needed her.

She hummed. "Maybe." She was such a tease.

I looked ahead as our hands remained joined together. "You don't know what you do to me, Sienna," I said quietly.

I heard her hum lightly again as she squeezed my hand gently. "I bet I could guess," she replied softly.

She knew. I wonder if she reacted the same way towards me.

The car soon reached a shooting range. I didn't even know where we were going. I just followed her blindly. I was never one to follow, because I was a born leader.

But ever since I met Sienna, it seemed as if I only followed her. Fucking hell, it was true that a woman could change so