Sophia's POV
I stood in front of the mirror, turning side to side examining my reflection.
The skirt was short dangerously short black and tight, hugging my hips like a second skin. The shirt was worse…low-cut, squeezing my breasts together in a way that was impossible to ignore.
I looked hot.
I knew I did and that was exactly the point.
I was going on a date with Marcus.
We'd been texting for the past week and he was genuinely sweet, funny, easy to talk to.
He was exactly what I needed.
Someone normal.
Someone who wasn't my stepfather.
Speaking of Thorne I'd barely looked at him all week. Only stolen glances when I was sure he wasn't watching.
Brief, fleeting moments where I let myself remember what it felt like to be in his arms but I couldn't keep doing that.
I couldn't ke
