S O P H I E
“You’re right, but on some level, I was her friend, and you’re my responsibility for the next week. You’re mine.”
His last two words come out in a different tone.
“Yours?” I questioned.
“You know what I mean, Sophie. Don’t twist my words.”
I let my eyes drop to the floor, not wanting to look at him anymore. I need to keep my mouth shut.
Everything he says, I want to turn in my favor.
Maybe I am twisting his words and hearing what I want.
“Sophie, look at me.”
It takes everything in me to pull my eyes back to him. I can still feel the heat on my face from the embarrassment.
That makes this much worse, knowing my fair skin is showing it to him.
“You’re young and beautiful; you don’t want someone like me. Go find yourself a nice young boy who can give you flowers and
