Sophia's POV
Three days.
It’s been three days since that humiliating night, since he'd walked into my room, watched me touch myself, called me a w***e, and left me unfinished on the bed.
Three days of avoiding him like my life depended on it.
I'd become a ghost in the house. I woke up early before anyone else was awake, and crept down the stairs like a thief. I made sure to leave for campus before Thorne even came down for breakfast.
I came home early and refuse to come down for dinner making sure to lock my room so mum won’t be a bother.
I didn't look at him, speak to him or even breathe in his direction.
If we happened to be in the same room, I kept my eyes fixed on the floor, on the wall, on anything that wasn't his face. The one time I'd accidentally made eye contact with him a
