SOPHIA’S POV
I woke up with a jolt the next morning.
My head throbbed, my mouth was dry, and for a moment I didn’t know where I was.
Then I felt the silk sheets and the soft scent of wine still clinging to the air, and everything from last night rushed back.
Silas.
His hand brushing mine. His voice telling me I deserved more. The way he leaned in, close enough that I felt the heat of his breath.
I sat up quickly, my heart pounding. My glass was still on the nightstand, empty, and the bottle stood beside it. Silas was sleeping shirtless on the bed with me.
Panic pressed down on me.
Had I let him kiss me?
Had I crossed a line?
I buried my face in my hands and tried to remember, but it was a blur.
“You’re awake,” he said, rubbing his hand against his eyes. “I wasn’t sure
