Sophie’s pov

“Rain’s stopping.” I said it against Daniel’s chest while we lay tangled in my bed with the sheets shoved down around our hips.

It was almost eleven and the heavy drumming on the roof had faded to a light drip from the gutters.

The power was still out but the storm had finally worn itself down. The house sat quiet around us.

No thunder. No wind. Just the two of us breathing in the dark and the sticky mess of what we had done still drying on my thighs.

Daniel’s hand moved slowly up and down my bare back. His fingers traced the line of my spine like...