Sophia’s POV
Alexander keeps his head hung on my right shoulder and slowly peels my hands off my face.
My cheeks burn.
“Why?” He asks, turning his face in my direction.
I fidget with my skirt, wishing it were a lie—an excuse, so he doesn’t touch me, but it’s not. And I don’t know how to tell him.
“Does it have something to do with… being a woman?”
I drop my head, getting stirred up as seconds pass.
“Are you on your period?”
“No. It’s—”
I turn my head and meet his eyes. They’re dark and gripping, different from the gentle eyes that looked at me with adoration only moments ago.
“It’s-it’s in seven days,” I murmur.
“And this happens every time?”
I nod, curling my fingers.
“So, you don’t want me to touch you… because your n*****s are hurting?”
Words fail me.
He blinks, letting
