Sophia POV
Sophia squeezed a dollop of shampoo into her palm and inhaled. Cheap. Everything about it screamed cheap, from the generic white bottle to the way it barely lathered in her hair. God, she missed her jasmine-and-bergamot shampoo. She missed warm lavender baths, silky water gliding over her skin, the scent lingering on her pillows.
She even missed her silk pillowcases.
Though, if she was being honest… Alessandro’s chest had been a damn good replacement.
Sophia groaned at her reflection. What the hell was wrong with her? Even while she scrubbed her bra and thong in the sink, massaging them with the watery shampoo just to get some sense of normalcy, her thoughts circled back to that asshole’s lips.
Why couldn’t she stop kissing him?
The first time? Fine. That had been him. But
