Sophie’s POV

His lips didn’t move again, but his hand did. It slid to my waist and my body collided more with his.

Fuck, how can anything feel so wrong and also right at the same time? 

We stayed in the stoic position for a while till I could no longer breathe. I pushed at his chest and got off of him. My heart didn’t race. No, it thumped loudly against my ribcage, and my cheeks were hotter than normal. I could only imagine how red they’d be now. 

“You…” I trailed off, pointing at him with one hand while the other one stayed on my mouth—above my lips. The...