Sonia’s POV
I waited for him in his room.
Not because I planned to, but because that was where my feet carried me. Where my thoughts kept drifting. Where the memory of waking up in his arms still lingered like a warm imprint beneath my skin.
He was running late.
Something about a meeting stretching longer than expected.
He had texted me: “I’ll be home soon. Don’t sleep yet.”
And my heart… oh, my heart did a ridiculous little backflip.
Now I sat on the edge of his bed wearing one of my soft dresses, the kind Molly said made me look like a “romantic daydream”, trying not to hyperventilate.
My fingers kept tracing the hem.
My breathing kept stuttering.
My mind kept replaying the conversation with Molly.
You deserve tenderness.
He’ll follow your pace.
You’re safe with him.
Safe.
