Sophia’s pov
A quiet heat spread through me, crawling slowly up my throat. He produced a low cough that rolled through the summer air and landed low in my stomach. The muscles Under my navel tightened without warning.
“It’s leaking from somewhere back there” I said, with a vague motion of my hand. “It’s gotten pretty bad the last couple of days. I kept thinking it would stop on its own, but…”
“I see that.” He said. His voice deep and rough.
My words stopped in my throat.
He possessed the physique of a man fully acquainted with physical power - hard, practiced, without softness or uncertainty. He looked able to lift me easily, hold me motionless and keep on until thought itself slipped away.
I swallowed and forced myself to act. I took the flashlight from the drawer but also knelt
