Sophia's POV
Alistane glanced down at the spot under my finger. His expression didn't change. Then his lips curved.
"Because I was hoping you'd fill it in yourself." He stared me with his intense dark golden eyes.
My brain—foggy, wine-soaked, running on fumes—took three full seconds to process.
Fill it in myself. Method of conception. Blank.
The contract wasn't offering me a choice. It was offering me the illusion of one. Because there was only one method that didn't require a blank line and a conversation in a dimly lit apartment at eleven p.m.
'He means naturally. He means—'
My thighs suddenly trembled out of control. Subconsciously, I looked at the fabric between his legs.
The outline is very distinct. Things are getting better.
"Tell me what you think, Sophia." He leaned close
