“Well...” Shit. He was right. The panic was gone, and my lungs expanded as I breathed in deeply. It did work.
I ran my tongue over my lips and tasted the bitter aftertaste of beer his kiss left behind. “You shouldn’t have done that.” It felt like the most profound betrayal having another man’s taste linger on my lips.
“Sienna, you had a panic attack. I didn’t know what else to do. I didn’t mean for you to think that I—”
“It’s okay.” I held up my hands and took a few steps back. “It’s fine.”
“Sienna. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. I just...I want to go home.” The panic was gone, but something heavier had taken its place. The thought of another man kissing me made my blood run cold. It wasn’t right.
It wasn’t fucking right.
“I, um...” I wiped at a rogue tear that slipped down my cheek. “I’m going to go find Silas.”
“Sienna, don’t—”
I turned around and wrapped my arms around my waist. I could feel his eyes on me, burning into my back as I walked into the house.
I knew this damn party was a bad idea, and I needed to leave so I could go back to the world I got catapulted in between the four walls of my bedroom.
I was safe there. Alone...but safe.