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.

indeed in a favorable position, but the same went for

her lips. After a few seconds, she buried her

him a sign that she wouldn’t

a smile, and

laying Sophia on the bed, John went over to the windows

Sophia rolled over, crawled to the

from the bedside lamp was dim, giving the room an ambiguous and warm

at John.

John laugh. Then, he slowly took off

these movements were in a slow motion in Sophia’s eyes. She stared at John’s hands that were unbuttoning his shirt and heard him

as he knows who

happened next went somewhat out

control this sort of situation once the

mind going back and forth between being in

middle, John pinched her calf, avoiding her wound, and he asked

heart was being pinched by

doesn’t hurt

John smiled. “That’s good.”

got even