Sophia’s POV
Other than his sister saying he’s obsessed with me, I have nothing else to back up my suspicions.
Still driving, he meets my gaze, then drops it. I follow his gaze to the center console, where his palm lies open and waiting.
I press my lips together before placing my left hand there. He locks our fingers, then brings them to his lips and kisses the back of my palm.
“Did you enjoy your time with me?” He asks, staring into my eyes for a bit before refocusing on the road.
I think back—from the moment I walked into the penthouse and got told to close my eyes up until I had to get rid of my bra, I was having the best time. But things took a different turn after that.
He looks at me again, stirring the wheel with one hand.
“I was scared…” I mutter and drop my eyes to my lap.
