Sophia POV
I follow Stacy through the front door, laughing as she tells me another funny story from class. Girls night at her place always feels like a break from everything. No parents hovering, no responsibilities. Just snacks, movies, and gossip until we pass out.
We drop our bags in the hallway and head straight to the living room. The house is quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner. Stacy kicks off her shoes and stretches.
“Make yourself comfortable,” she says. “I’ll grab some drinks and snacks from the kitchen. Dad should be in his office working, so we have the place to ourselves.”
I nod and sink into the big couch. The room feels warm after walking in the evening heat. I pull off my light jacket, then, without thinking much about it, I tug my top over my head. I’m
