Sofie's POV-
"Can you, um... help me with the zip?" I say and wait for him to say anything. I lower my head after asking in case he says 'no', and would have that cold look again in his eyes... but, I feel his hands on my hips. I don't dare to raise my head and thankfully, he doesn't ask me to do so too. Or so I thought.
"Raise your head T." He commands and I follow not because he said so but because of the term which sounds more like a single letter, he used to address me. I look at him through the mirror and the memories of our last time together here in front of the very same mirror invade my mind. His intense eyes are boring into mines as if secretly making me know of the earlier incident that took place here.
I feel his hands moving to my zipper, his fingers touching my back as th
