Sophia's POV
I stood in only black lace.
His gaze moved over me. The full sweep of it — unhurried, thorough, from my collarbone to my waist to my thighs — burned everywhere it touched. My skin raised into goosebumps. The heat between my legs intensified, responding to his attention as though my body had decided this was consent enough.
"You have a beautiful body."
I kept my hands at my sides by force of will. I could not show weakness. I could not let him see how badly I wanted to cover myself and run.
"Is — is that enough?" My voice shook.
Silence stretched. The only sounds were our breathing — mine too fast, his heavier than usual. When his gaze swept over me again, his throat moved, swallowing against something he was visibly suppressing. His expression was complicated for one ung
