Sophia
When Erick whispered those words to me… “You’re my trophy, Sophia.”
I couldn’t help the soft giggle that slipped past my lips. There was something about the way he said it, something in the quiet certainty of his voice, that wrapped around my heart like silk.
Before I could respond, his arms tightened around me, lifting me effortlessly off the ground.
I let out a surprised squeal, my laughter echoing through the dimly lit hall as he carried me bridal-style toward our bedroom.
He does that every time, but this time felt different.
“Erick,” I murmured, my hands clutching at his shoulders, “you don’t have to…”
“Shh,” he interrupted gently, his gaze fixed on me with that fiery devotion that always left me breathless. “You’ve done too much today. Let me carry you.”
He pushed th
