The Returning Ex

Sophia yelped and leaned back, obviously avoiding John’s touch.

John stretched out his hand and held Sophia’s chin so that she couldn’t get away. Then, he pressed his body against her.

Sophia let out a few cries, but she didn’t know what she wanted to say.

Without caring how Sophia would react, John kissed her and slowly pressed her onto the sofa.

Sophia pushed against his shoulders, her mind blanking for an instant.

Both of them were sober. Even though John smelled of liquor, his gaze was steady.

Seemingly a bit stubborn, he pressed against Sophia for a long time, kissing her, not at all planning to stop anytime soon.

Sophia was a little dazed after a while, for she couldn’t resist this man when he did stuff like this to her.

John waited for Sophia’s body to relax, then he got up from the sofa and picked her up.

Sophia wrapped her arms around John’s neck, her eyes teary. Her voice a little hoarse, she spoke, “John, what’s the matter with you?”

John walked toward the stairs and answered, “What do you think? Am I not being obvious?”

Sophia was taken aback for a moment. She stared at his side profile for a long time, thinking about what Zack had said.

was indeed in a favorable position, but the

few seconds, she

giving him a sign

mouth slowly curled into a smile, and subsequently, he carried Sophia

the bed, John went over to the windows

over, crawled to the bedside, and turned on the bedside

bedside lamp was dim, giving

at John. “Who am

made John laugh. Then, he slowly took off his

She stared at John’s hands that were unbuttoning his shirt and heard him

he knows who I am, then

happened next went somewhat

to control this sort of situation once the spark

going back and forth

John pinched her calf, avoiding her wound, and he asked gently, “Does

was being pinched by

hurt anymore,” she

John smiled. “That’s good.”

got even rougher