SOPHIA’S POV
I stood at the stove trying to focus on the soup, but my mind kept replaying what had just happened.
Damien's hands on my back, zipping up my dress. His arms around me when he pulled me away from the pot. I could still feel the warmth of his body against mine. I remembered the way my wolf had responded to his touch like we were still mated, still together, still in love.
My hand shook as I reached for the ladle. I wasn't paying attention. I was too lost in thoughts of him. I wasn’t paying attention. I was so absent minded that I touched the edge of the hot pot and pain shot through me.
"Ah!" I jerked my hand back. The burned finger already turned red.
Franca appeared immediately. "Mrs. Sophia! Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. Just careless." I ran my finger und
