Chapter 12
SOPHIA
Tuesday morning
Shit! I’m late to meet up with Noah.
No surprise there.
I’m barely awake when my alarm clock starts ringing.
A sleepy sun stretches over the city outside my bedroom window, pulling at my eyelids, and I fight against the tug, wishing I could will my body to stay back asleep.
It doesn’t work.
After leaving Giani’s in the early morning hours with a face full of mozzarella and a stomach full of knots, I took the liberty of actually using my red vibrator when I arrived home.
I needed the frustration out of my body as soon as possible. But the glaring, undeniable, inconvenient problem was that when I tried to use my battery-operated boyfriend I could only see his face—only see Noah.
The biggest mistake I’d ever made was imprinted under my eyelids, and
