Sophia’s POV
An alarming thought crosses my mind—my dad is on his way home, and my mom might have started to wonder why I’m not back. But when I’m with Alexander like this, everything else fades to the background.
“Soph?” He breaks the perfect stillness.
“Hm,”
“Open your eyes.”
I shake my head thoughtlessly, arms curved around his neck.
He chuckles.
My mind still echoes what he whispered in my ear, while my body remains calm against his, feeling tingly and pleasant; I could stay like this for moments longer.
“Just open them. It shouldn’t be that hard to look at me.”
“It is.”
“It is? Why?” He whispers, kissing my jaw, my cheek, and stroking my back.
These are some of the reasons, but I can’t say it.
He waits.
I slowly lift my lids to see his face in mine. Eyes so dark, they
