Sophia:
The courtroom hallways buzzed with muted conversations as we stepped out for the recess, my body still tingling from Wit's touch and Toby's knowing smirks.
I had barely managed to pull myself together, but the evidence of what just transpired lingered—raw, intoxicating, and dangerously distracting.
I adjusted my skirt for what felt like the hundredth time, a futile attempt to ground myself in the moment. But the memory of Wit's voice commanding me to keep quiet to get what I wanted, his grip on my wrists, his teeth against my skin, played on repeat in my mind. And Toby's dark gaze promising more later made it impossible to focus on the trial.
As the five of us reconvened at our table, Sean eyed me curiously, his brow raising slightly. I quickly glanced away, praying my flushed
