SIENNA
Couldn't I just find a hole and bury myself in it? I had some hazy memories of hugging something warm and delicious-smelling. Then I woke up—and Theron was there, shirtless. He was perfect, his body sculpted… but I couldn't even enjoy the view because I was completely naked and didn't remember getting out of the bathtub!
Apparently, I'd fallen asleep and probably would've drowned if Theron hadn't shown up. Once again, I owed him my life—and I can tell you, that didn't feel good. He didn't go around rubbing it in my face, but still, I hated owing anyone anything. And owning a life? That's not like owing a lollipop, right?
