Sophia’s POV

Everything I did last night flashes in my head, especially my hands touching below his belt and my shameless plea to have my nipples… Oh, God.

What a silly girl.

The heat of shame is pushed to my cheeks. I keep my head down and bite my bottom lip.

“Look at me. Come on,” he repeats, taking a step closer.

I shake my head.

“I guess you want me to leave.”

“No,” My head flips up fast, eyes meeting his again.

My heart races. I’m fully aware of my glasses and the way ...