Jake propped himself up on an elbow, his eyes roaming over her flushed skin. "How do you feel about it now?" he asked, trailing a finger along her collarbone.
She shivered at his touch. "I'm definitely more comfortable," Sophia admitted. "But... there's still this niggle in the back of my mind."
His brow furrowed. "What's the niggle saying?"
Sophia sighed, her gaze dropping to the sheets between them. "It's stupid, really. Just... that somehow giving up control like that is weak, anti-feminist, all kinds of s**t like that."
Jake's hand stilled on her skin. "Hey," he said softly, tilting her chin up to meet his eyes. "There's nothing weak about knowing what you want and going after it. Feminism is about choice, right? And this was your choice."
Sophia chewed her lip, considering his wo
