The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

Chapter 119

Sophia was slow in her reaction and only looked back after a few moments. When she saw John at the doorstep, she smiled and wobbled to him. “Do you want to drink? Here, I saved some for you. I knew you would come.” Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

John looked around and saw the glass by the bed that was filled with wine, while the bottle was empty. It was rolling on the floor, while the snacks were only half eaten. The rest were splattered everywhere. Sophia went over and held the door. “Come in if you want to have a drink.” She reeked of alcohol.

John held the doorknob tighter. D*mn, this is taking my all to hold it down. She really does know how to flirt.

Sophia chuckled. “Don’t be shy.” She then pulled him into the room by the collar, and she closed the door. Since Sophia was wobbling, she leaned against the door as she mentioned, “That’s the last glass. Miss it, and you won’t have any more to drink.”

John turned away. “You’re drunk.”

Sophia admitted it, then she pounced on the bed and rolled around. “It helps me sleep, see.” The pajamas were revealing in the first place, and now she revealed all her skin.

John took a deep breath and cleared the floor, then he picked up the wine bottle. When he was going to throw them away in the bathroom, Sophia said when he got to its doorstep, “Oh, John…” For some

reason, that summon lit his flame.

On many nights during their wedding, as they entangled themselves with each other, she would call out to him just like this. He wondered whether she was begging for mercy, or asking for more. A moment later, she snorted. She’s going to sleep?

John stood rooted to his spot, frowning as he looked down at the glass before finishing the wine. Then, he went toward Sophia.

Sophia was still awake. It was hot, so she scratched her head and tore at her pajamas. When John came up to her, he gave her a glance and turned off the lights. The darkness made it easier for him to move. Sophia then felt someone taking her clothes off, then something heavy pinned her down. Even though she was groggy, she knew this was off limits, so Sophia sobered up and pushed him away.

John said, “It’s me.” Sophia slowed down, and that seemed to encourage him. Then, John quickly kissed her, just like how he did countless times. In a daze, Sophia wondered if she should resist or go with the flow. She tried to dodge, but John raised his voice. “Don’t move.”

Sophia stopped. “John.” Her voice trembled.

John took a deep breath and kissed her. “I’m here.”

The window was open, and the curtains weren’t pulled down. The silver moonlight bathed over them, illuminating their every action. Sophia bit his shoulder, and he flinched, for she seemed to have bitten him a bit too heavily. Suddenly, Sophia felt herself crying. Her mind was clear now, and as John kissed her, he could taste her tears.

He stopped everything. “You don’t want this?” John asked hoarsely.

“No.” She wiped her tears and hugged him. “I just feel sorry for myself. Why can’t you just fall for me?”

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