SOPHIA’S POV
The sun was already creeping through the curtains when I opened my eyes but the space beside me was empty.
For a moment, I lay still, my mind replaying the night. The way his hands had held me down, the way he had begged for me, and then… the words he let slip.
God, I love you, Soph.
My chest tightened.
I sat up, hugging the sheet around me and glancing toward the bathroom door. The sound of running water told me he was in the shower, but the distance felt wider than that.
When he finally came out, dressed in slacks and a white shirt, he didn’t look at me for more than a second.
He buttoned his cuffs like it was any other morning.
“Morning,” I tried.
“Morning,” he said shortly, reaching for his tie.
The silence between up stretched until it was too uncomfortable.
