Sophia’s POV
It took Garvey an hour and a few minutes to get to where his jet was going to land. He’s been driving for a while now, so we should be almost at my home.
However, I’m still seated in Alexander’s lap, arms curved around his neck, face in his left cheek, and my body very aware of his; it’s warm and hard. He remains still. His arms are loosely wrapped around me, and his eyes are closed.
But every few seconds, a flash of heat ticks between my thighs, and I replay what I did several minutes ago. I’ve never wanted to die of shame so much in my whole life. Maybe I would have jumped out of the car if he hadn’t resorted to tickling me.
With every iota of self-control, I keep my thighs pressed tightly together, avoiding any movement because I fear I’ll kiss him and start moving ag
