Sophia’s POV
My body quakes as I cry—an aftermath of experiencing paparazzi for the first time and from just confessing what was killing me.
I keep my eyes locked on Alexander’s, trembling yet ready for whatever punishment or precautionary measure he’ll take. His eyes don’t budge. There’s zero reaction from him either, which only worsens everything.
“I’m s-sorry.” I stutter.
“Don’t be.” He shakes his head and moves his hand to my face, wiping my tears with his thumb.
He presses the lock of my seatbelt, and it clicks, retracting.
“Come here,” he mutters, pulling me close.
I put my head against his chest, gripping his suit as I cry hysterically. I’m unable to control myself. My hand slips to his thighs.
“Wanna sit there?”
I nod.
He picks me up into his lap and wraps his arms arou
