“I’ll be fine,” Sophia said stiffly. “My past lends to my fear. I don’t like it when men touch me.” The last part was intentionally vague.
‘ yout don’t have to tell me your life story if you don’t want to, ‘ peter mumbled before raising his hands in surrender. she was somewhat drunk, so he’d give her that factor. ‘ we should really get you home. ‘
“I’m not drunk,” she responded defensively. Okay, maybe she was, but that didn’t matter. “I don’t want to go home.” She sounded liked a child in the way she spoke now.











