“Sophie,” he said, straightening. “Sophie, look at me.” When she didn’t speak, he groaned, and through her lashes she could see him drag his hands down his face. “God,” he said. “Right now, I don’t even think you like me, and I—I do so much for you. So much, Sophie. Don’t you know that?” She shook her head. “I can’t sleep sometimes, thinking about you,” he said, stepping forward. “Sophie. Look at me.” And with that, he moved as though to kiss her, but she shied away on her long legs. He reached for her with both hands, but she turned to run, the same way she had run the first time he had
...more
