From Jonathon to Sofia
My Dearest Sofia,
... for the first time in my life, I'm not scared at all...
Jon
Jonathon placed the razor down on his black marble sink and wiped his face clean. He stopped to look at himself in the mirror and he was surprised that he was smiling. He had caught himself grinning whenever he thought of Sofia Wright. It was starting to become a real annoying habit.
He threw the towel on the sink as well before turning to walk back into his room. He scanned the bedroom and for a guy, his room was pretty neat. Of course, the bed was another matter.
The sheets were in a disarray that would suggest it had been part of an extremely hot carnal activity the night before. Unfortunately, Jonathon knew the only thing he was wrestling last night was his nightmares. He ha
