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.

favorable position, but the same

her lips. After a few seconds, she buried her face in John’s

him a sign that she

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

Sophia on the bed, John went over

to the

was dim, giving the room an

John. “Who am

laugh. Then,

slow motion in Sophia’s eyes. She stared at John’s hands that were unbuttoning his shirt

he knows

that happened next went somewhat

no way to control this sort of situation once the spark

staring at John, her mind going back and forth between being

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

being pinched by someone, an ache

doesn’t hurt anymore,” she

John smiled. “That’s good.”

got even