Sophia
Hate me, Hate you.
The moment I stepped away, I knew I was making a mistake.
A mistake that had nothing to do with morality and everything to do with control.
Mine.
His.
Something that went beyond us, A fight.
Staring into his eyes, I could see that this was a battle just for him, and I would lose.
And right now, Ricci was determined to show me that I already had.
“Running away?” His voice was low, filled with amusement. “That’s not like you, Sophia.”
I forced myself to breathe normally, though my chest was tight, my skin still burning from where his hands had been.
“Go to hell, Ricci.”
He took a step toward me, slow, deliberate. The air between us thickened,
“Already there,” he murmured.
I didn’t move when he reached me.
Didn’t flinch when his fingers slightly graz
