Sophia’s POV

The moment our lips met, the room spun.

For a second, I forgot who I was, where I was, or what I was doing. It wasn’t supposed to happen but i wanted it to.

The taste of him was sharp with alcohol and anger, and something inside me burned with satisfaction. Doman froze. I could feel his breath against my cheek, warm and uneven. Then, slowly, he pulled back, eyes dark with confusion.

“Sophia,” he said, voice low, almost warning. “What are you doing?”

I forced a small ...