Sophia’s POV

“Would you come shower with me?” He whispers seductively against my ear for the third time, his arms banded around my stomach as my back stays glued to his chest. We’re under the sheet. And all of him is right behind me. Yet with a conviction so strong, and with my eyes closed, I shake my head.

No one’s convincing me to have sex again.

“Please,” he whines, licking my ear.

I shiver; still, I shake my head. What I feel behind me is enough to know what his plans ...