LEILA
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“Sophia,” I said, my voice low, a warning tone laced with a hint of amusement, trying to deflect, to change the subject, but unable to suppress the heat rising on my skin.
“Don’t ‘Sophia’ me,” her eyes sparkling with unholy delight, pressing the point, clearly enjoying my discomfort.
“We talked about this, you ran out of there like you’d seen a ghost, but you also looked like you’d been thoroughly visited. Spill! Was it… everything you needed? Did he take you apart? Was it deep? Mind-blowing? Soul-shattering? The kind of s*x that makes you question all your life choices?”
She moved from talking about the concept to lounging back on the sofa, her legs curled under her, clearly settling in for a long, detailed conversation, her curiosity piqued, her expression demanding th
