Sophia’s POV

The corner of his lips lifts, forming a sinful smirk.

Dark eyes pin me in place, dragging over me slowly, possessively. It sends a wave of heat crashing through me. And just like that, I’m reminded of last night in his penthouse.

This feels like a dream. He looks like a dream—black suit, black shirt—two buttons undone, exposing a silver chain, sleek dark hair, glowing eyes—like he’s happy to see me.

His scent travels to my nostrils from where he stands.

“Come ...