Sophia became aware of three things at once.
One: she was breathing hard.
Two: Christoph was breathing hard too, his chest rising and falling against her back.
Three: she was unmistakably, horrifyingly tangled with him in bed.
Her legs were somewhere between his. His arm was heavy across her waist. Their skin was still warm and damp.
And dear God, she was naked.
She did not scream only because her soul had temporarily vacated her body.
Christoph exhaled slowly against her shoulder, the sound deep and controlled, as if he were recalibrating an entire system.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
He shifted, propping himself up on one elbow before withdrawing from her. The mattress dipped, and Sophia’s entire body went stiff with mortified awareness.
He reached over her. She flinche
