Chapter 1
Sophia’s POV
I sat cross legged on my bed with the suitcase cracked open in front of me, pulling out shirts and jeans and stacking them into the dresser like I had done a hundred times before.
The house felt the same as always, that faint smell of laundry soap and the low rumble of the television drifting up from downstairs where Mom and Dad had already planted themselves for the night.
Three hours of their new show, they had said. Good. I needed the quiet.
The door opened without a knock. Ryan stepped in, his chest completely bare, skin still slick from his workout.
Sweat rolled down the hard ridges of his stomach in slow, shiny lines, catching the light from my lamp and disappearing right into the waistband of his gray gym shorts.
Those shorts sat low, showing the sha
