Sophia Mahoney
Stepping out of the kitchen, she makes her way through the living room. The items left out overnight, such as the first-aid kit, towel, and other items, no longer occupy the coffee table. Instead, the surface, buffed to a shine, makes her think of a magazine, picture-perfect snapshot of a model home.
Butterflies stir in the pit of Sophia's belly. She's not sure how Aden will feel about being interrupted. Hell, for that matter, she's not sure what to say when she does find him.
What does one say to a man - much less one who sprouts wings and flies - after a night of s*x?
Hi, how's it hanging? She stifles a giggle, then decides that perhaps, those aren't the most succulent words to use in casual conversation.
Casual, the word weighs heavy on her mind and she wonders, if t
