Sofia

I walked back to my hostel my mind reeling with the encounter I just had with Luca De Rossi, I was wearing his sweatshirt he gave to me because there was no way I was returning back to the hostel wearing only my nightie.

My fingers unconsciously clutched the soft cotton of his shirt, I hated how my body reacted to his touch and how the faint, masculine scent that clung to his shirt awakened something deep and unsettling inside me.

This wasn’t me.

This wasn’t Sofia Chris, the ...