Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

"Colby!"

Sophie shot a warning look at Colby, and he obediently shifted his gaze elsewhere.

"Let's hang up for now. We can chat more once I'm overseas."

"Alright."

Sophie ended the call. Only then did she catch Colby's slightly sulky expression beside her.

"I'm really hungry," she said earnestly, planting a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth as if to soothe him.

Instead of calming him, the kiss seemed to ignite something in Colby. He leaned in, gently holding Sophie's neck, and kissed her even more deeply.

When the kiss became almost impossible to break, Colby, holding on to a sliver of self-control, slowly let go and sighed, "Let's go, we should get something to eat."

Sophie, her cheeks flushed from the intensity of their kiss, was baffled that Colby wanted to head out for food after all that. Clearly, he was teasing her!

"Actually... I'm not that hungry," she confessed, locking eyes with him.

When Colby looked up, his gaze met Sophie's eyes, deep and inviting. Perhaps it was the passion of their earlier kiss, but his lips were slightly red, like cherries, and utterly irresistible.

"I'm starving, but it seems I'll be putting my wife out a bit," he said with a teasing smile.

This time, his kiss was tender, trailing from her lips down to her neck. As they tangled together, their breathing grew quick and heavy. In no time, Sophie's silk nightgown had slipped to her waist, and her lace strap had fallen. Colby gazed at Sophie's flushed cheeks, gently touching them, worried a firmer touch might hurt her.

"Be... gentle," she murmured, a hint of shyness in her voice.

It had been a while since they'd been this close, after all.

Hearing the soft vulnerability in her voice, Colby slowed down, his heart aching for her.

Sophie's skin was smooth like porcelain, and with just a slight pressure, her wrist turned rosy.

By the time they were done, the sun was already dipping below the horizon.

Sophie lay on the bed, a

blanket-courtesy of Colby-draped over her. She regretted not insisting they eat first, knowing Colby's lack of restraint. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Colby leaned in, his voice full of gentle apology, and whispered in her ear, "Want me to carry you to the shower?"

"No!" Sophie shot back, "I'll go myself. You just wait here!"

Heading to the bathroom meant risking more time tangled up with him. Her whole day might be spent just keeping Colby satisfied.

With Sophie's refusal, Colby stayed

behind, watching her wrap the

blanket around herself. Her

silhouette and the soft, pale arms

peeking out were even more

tempting to him.

They'd been so caught up with things in Devonport, there hadn't been time for romance. Now, having indulged, stopping felt nearly impossible.

Colby tried to rein in his thoughts, finding it harder than quitting smoking.

The sound of the shower running in

the bathroom made him restless again. After a long wait, the water stopped, but Sophie remained silent inside.

Colby's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly headed towards the bathroom. "Sophie!" he called.