SOPHIA’S POV
The hum of the jet engines was steady, almost soothing, but my mind wasn’t.
I stared out the oval window, watching the clouds drift by, pretending I wasn’t replaying every second of last night.
Both the part where he had staked his claim in front of everyone and the part where he turned to me numerous times during the night to make love.
When I turned my head, he was watching me.
“Stop staring,” I muttered.
“I can’t,” he said easily, leaning back in his seat like he had all the time in the world. “I don’t think you understand what you looked like last night.”
I arched a brow. “Like a drowned rat in red silk?”
He smirked, shaking his head. “Like the only woman in the room who mattered.”
My chest tightened. I wanted to roll my eyes, dismiss it like I always did, but
