The Returning Ex

Sophia almost screamed as she pushed him away and tried to cover herself up with what little fabric was left. “What are you doing? There are people out there! Can’t you hold it in?”

John let her go and took a deep breath in an attempt to push his lust down. Meanwhile, Sophia took a few steps back, but she didn’t look away from him. “What’s wrong, John? You seem off.”

John panted. “Lock the door.”

Sophia frowned, but before she could say anything, John came to pull the blinds down, much to her chagrin. “Just go,” John told her.

He raised his voice, looking flustered. Thinking about the situation, she recalled that John never talked that way to her, so Sophia went to lock the door, but she leaned against the door. “Tell me what happened.”

“Zack told me someone set you up. Why? Wh—” Before she could finish, John suddenly went up

and kissed her again, this time stronger than earlier. Noticing that he felt hot to the touch, Sophia also realized that his hair was wet. His sweat slid down to his chin

to push him away, but he knew she was going to do that, so he held her hand and pinned her down. Even though she was surprised that he would do

kissing her for a bit, he bit her neck. A stab of pain shot

him away, Sophia gave up. She was here to mess things up in the first place, and with him here, her plan was considered a success. So, she leaned back against the

a moment, and he regained some sense. “Yes.” He buried his head in her

isn’t

neck. “I can’t get used to anyone

wonder if I should