Sophia’s POV
The car slowed.
Then stopped.
Colton’s house loomed quietly in front of us, all glass, steel, and silent authority. Even the night seemed to behave differently around it, like it knew better than to be loud here.
We stepped out.
No words.
Just footsteps echoing softly against polished stone.
Inside, the staff greeted us with quiet respect, but I barely registered any of it.
My mind was still in the car.
Still tangled in everything that had just happened.
Colton walked beside me.
Close.
But not touching.
That alone felt strange.
We got to the hallway leading to his room.
He finally spoke.
“What do you want to do?”
I paused.
Blinking.
“What?”
“Do you want to eat? Or… watch something? Or just sit?” he asked, his voice controlled.
Measured.
Like he was choosi
