CHAPTER 21
JACOB
For a glorious five seconds between Sophie and I in that room, there were no words.
At least, not any spoken ones that I remember.
Just the sensation of her lips on mine.
Nothing but a few sacredly wanton moments.
Nothing but us.
Her beautiful skin against mine.
Her body writhing in pleasure against mine.
And then that damn knock on the door.
And the awful, voiding sensation that we'd both been pushed way out of our own skins, the sweet moment whisking us away and setting us back into a place of pain and the harsh reality.
I'm at a loss.
The flurry of her apologies and her desperate escape from me is the most gut-wrenching thing I've ever seen--and the look on her face before she darted out of the door is something I'll never forget.
Just that expression. Just
