Sophia’s POV

I cling to him, inhaling his intoxicating scent, eyes closed, and head fixated on what a wonderful time with him might mean. My body anticipates it, even when it shouldn’t.

He breathes against my hair, stroking it gently. “How was the drive here?”

“It was okay,” I murmur.

“First time here?”

I nod and open my eyes, remembering the question I had in mind.

“Why is it empty? I thought—”

“I rented it out for you and me.” He answers without hesitation, hand ...