The Returning Ex

Sophia was slow in her reaction and only looked back after a few moments. When she saw John at the doorstep, she smiled and wobbled to him. “Do you want to drink? Here, I saved some for you. I knew you would come.”

John looked around and saw the glass by the bed that was filled with wine, while the bottle was empty. It was rolling on the floor, while the snacks were only half eaten. The rest were splattered everywhere. Sophia went over and held the door. “Come in if you want to have a drink.” She reeked of alcohol.

John held the doorknob tighter. D*mn, this is taking my all to hold it down. She really does know how to flirt.

Sophia chuckled. “Don’t be shy.” She then pulled him into the room by the collar, and she closed the door. Since Sophia was wobbling, she leaned against the door as she mentioned, “That’s the last glass. Miss it, and you won’t have any more to drink.”

John turned away. “You’re drunk.”

around. “It helps me sleep, see.” The pajamas

the wine bottle. When he was going to throw them away in the bathroom, Sophia said when he got to its doorstep, “Oh, John…” For some reason, that summon lit his

as they entangled themselves with each other, she would call out to him just like this. He wondered whether she was begging for mercy, or asking

stood rooted to his spot, frowning as he looked down at the glass before finishing the wine. Then, he

still awake. It was hot, so she scratched her head and tore at her pajamas. When John came up to her, he gave her a glance and turned off the lights. The darkness made it easier for him to move.

just like how he did countless times. In a daze, Sophia wondered if she should resist or

“John.” Her