Sophia stood in the center of Christoph’s living room, every muscle in her body stiff with humiliation. She had dreaded this moment since the second she sobered up, and now here she was, facing the man whose phone she had assaulted with drunken karaoke.
He waited silently. The quiet pressed against her skin.
She swallowed. “Sorry.”
The word came out too soft, too quick, too unlike her usual confidence.
Christoph tilted his head slightly. “For what exactly?”
Of course he would ask her to itemize her sins. He probably expected bullet points. Citations. An appendix.
Sophia inhaled sharply. “For… the things.”
He stepped toward her. She stepped back. He stepped closer.
Her back hit the dining table.
Christoph rested one hand casually on the chair beside her, leaning just close enough t
