Marcus sat there on the couch, heart racing, body tense and ready. Sophia’s hand had been on him just seconds ago, her kiss still warm on his lips. Then she stopped him cold. His fingers froze on the edge of her panties.
“Why?” he asked, voice low and rough. “What’s going on?”
She didn’t answer. Just gave him a small, mysterious look, climbed off his lap, and walked toward the bathroom. Her hips swayed, dress half open. The door clicked shut behind her.
Marcus stared at the empty space where she’d been. Heat turned to frustration in his chest. “WHAT THE f**k?” he shouted, loud enough for the whole house to hear. He stood up fast, shorts still tented, hands clenched at his sides. “Sophia! Get back here. You can’t just start that and walk away!”
No reply came from the bathroom. Only the
