Page 207 of Securing the Pucking Rebound

“You’re all right, I know you are.”

“You’re not promising to marry the guy,” Rachel points out. “Just go and have fun with him.” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

“What she said,” Savvy agrees as she shrugs her jacket on, ready to leave. “Is it the holidays yet?” she asks, looking utterly exhausted.

“Almost. Just a few days left,” Bea promises.

“Bring it on,” Lessy cheers before we all make our way out of the salon, waiting as Bea locks up before saying our goodbyes.

Once the others have walked off, Bea turns to me. “It’s okay to be nervous. And it’s okay to make him wait until you’re ready to trust him again.”

I stare at my best friend, regretting not telling her my issues long ago. My lips part to say something now, but my cell buzzes, and suddenly the man who is no doubt at the other end of it becomes more important.

“I know. And don’t worry, I’ll make him wait.”

“Good girl.” She laughs.

“Have a good night. See you in the morning.”

“Good night.” I wave absently as I pull my cell from my pocket.

Calvin King of the ice Keller: I can’t wait to see you x

A buzz of excitement rushes through me.

Sienna: Just leaving the salon, see you soon.

Bea waves as she drops into her car in front of me, and not a second later, I do the same.

The drive home is a blur; my thoughts are spinning out of control, and my excitement is getting the better of me.

No sooner do I put my car in park than I’m in the elevator and heading for my apartment. I throw my purse on the couch as I pass and begin stripping, leaving clothing in my wake. The second I’m in my bathroom, I step under the shower and allow myself to be sprayed with cold water in the hope that it’ll help wake me up.

Once I’m out, I stand in front of the mirror, debating what to do with my face. I’m sure most women would be reapplying their makeup, but while it’s what I probably should do, I really don’t want to.

In the end, I make quick work of removing it all, exposing the light freckles that dust my nose. Without my makeup, I look more tired than I was expecting, but I swallow my apprehension and go and find something suitable to wear.

Calvin suggested I could wear my pajamas …

I open one of my drawers and study my options.

A smirk pulls at my lips when I spot a pair at the bottom I haven’t worn for a while, and then pull them out.

After unbraiding my hair, allowing it to tumble around my shoulders, I find my cell and my keys and walk back to my front door.

“You’ve got this, Sienna. Find your confidence and blow him away.”

My pep talk doesn’t really work, because by the time I’m standing at his door, my hands are trembling.

Chastising myself, I press the buzzer and attempt to sort myself out.

But he doesn’t give me a chance, because I’m pretty sure he’s waiting for me on the other side of the door.

It opens, and I startle, jumping back.

"Hey, are you—” His words die when I look up and our eyes connect. “Fuck, I missed you.”

I relax instantly and take a step closer.