Sophia’s POV

‘Without my bra… exposed. Seen… naked. Cross lines and do wrong things…’ All these echo in my head, setting it ablaze.

Several seconds have passed. I’ve not moved an inch or breathed since he said those words.

“I’m waiting.” He mutters, giving me no other option.

Slowly, his fingers trace lines on my calves.

I shiver, fighting the lump in my throat.

My eyes water. It’s on the tip of my tongue to say, ‘Please,’ but I can’t move. Or speak.

“Sophia? ...