Lewis’ POV

He’s fu–ed her? Already?

And she rates it 110?

Didn’t she want to wait until marriage?

A hard and painful lump forms in my throat, stealing air from my lungs. Regret haunts me in this moment, mocking and laughing in my face as I watch Alex stroke Soph Soph’s back.

My mouth dries. I can’t deny that I’ve been curious ever since she arrived to know what she wore underneath that fur. But now, I can just imagine.

Her skin looks creamy and smooth from here. Her rhinestone ...