Sophia’s POV

My back on the sofa, his crushing weight on me, I don’t recognize any of the sounds coming out of me—they’re loud, uncontrollable, so pleasure-filled.

The air smells different. The room feels hotter.

My nails clench around his jersey top, squeezing tight and pulling as my head swims, and I’m transported out of this world. All I see are stars, Alexander, and—

“A-alex…” My breath fades.

From moving on him and almost losing my mind to this. I don’t know what’s ...