The kiss haunted Sophia for days.
She tried to focus on other things… Marcus's improving adjustment to the mansion, her Italian lessons with Signora, the endless fittings for clothes she never would have chosen for herself. But no matter how she occupied her mind, her thoughts kept drifting back to that moment in the hallway when Ethan's mouth had claimed hers with desperate intensity.
The worst part wasn't the kiss itself. The worst part was how desperately she'd wanted it.
Now, three days later, Sophia sat in the mansion's library pretending to read while actually watching Ethan conduct a business call near the window. He'd rolled up his shirtsleeves, and she found herself staring at his forearms, remembering how those hands had felt tangled in her hair.
She was disgusted with hersel
