Sophia’s POV

His hands fall, and so do mine. I bite my lip, eyes still glued to him, even when he puts his face in mine.

“Are you for real?”

I nod slowly, shifting closer to him. I still want to be touched, but I need to be able to see his body clearly.

“So you can’t see… my face?”

“Not really…”

“I made myself presentable for you… And you can’t see any of my efforts?”

My lips spread into a smile as I touch his chest and whisper, “You’re always presentable.”

He ...