“Sophie?” Arrick’s voice comes up behind me, and his arms slide around my waist. I try to push him off, but he doesn’t let me, he turns me instead, and I turn my face away impulsively. I don’t want him to touch me or look at me. Still majorly upset and pissed at him, and the last thing I want is for him to give me shit over my jealousy. I feel like I can never believe anything he ever tells me again. I spent an hour on my cell with Christian in a drunken mess, sobbing down the ...