Alexander’s POV

“Guess,” Sophia says.

Wine? I think, still staring at it. But it’s a much bigger bag to hold only a single bottle of wine. I shift my eyes back to her and smile, my gaze slowly lowering to her lips. I whisper, “Can I see it?”

She nods, glee in her eyes.

“I wanna kiss you on the way there…”

A chuckle spills out of her.

“I’ll roll us back to my desk and kiss you all the way,” I continue, shortening the space between our lips to half an inch. “You don’t ...