Sophia’s POV

“Alexander?” My chest puffs from a sharp inhale as my body glues to his. My eyes are closed. My fists are tightened, my left gripping my soap bar. It slips out of my grip, hitting the floor with a soft sound.

Every part of him is felt behind me, unscrewing every knot in my head. He burrows his nose against my nape, pressing a soft kiss on my wet skin, and I unravel without a fight, dropping my hands. Heat rushes through me, burning hotter than the shower.

He slides his hands ...