Chapter 122
Sophie lay in bed, staring at the light above her head.
Matthew's breathing was right beside her ear, and her heart had finally calmed down.
If she hadn't gone abroad with him that day, hadn't gone to that hotel, hadn't let that thing happen, maybe they would be apart now.
Being alone together in a foreign country, it's really easy to lose control of your desires.
How things had developed to this point—she couldn't quite describe how she felt about it.
She turned her head to look at Matthew.
His superior, refined features were indeed easy to get lost in, to fall for.
Even now, it still felt unreal to her—how had he become like this?
Something like feelings seemed to have developed between them. As for whether it was love, she still couldn't find the answer.
Thinking back over everything before, Sophie slowly closed her eyes. Too many images kept replaying in her mind, and before she knew it, she had fallen into a deep sleep.
She didn't know how much time had passed when she vaguely sensed movement beside her.
Sophie opened her eyes to see a bare, muscular back. She sat up abruptly, and Matthew turned his head.
Water droplets still clung to his chest, a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair damp.
A droplet of water traced down the contours of his chest muscles, sliding over his tight abs before finally disappearing into the towel.
Sophie hadn't expected to wake up to such a seductive scene.
She swallowed, and Matthew smiled.
After Sophie realized what she'd done, she immediately turned her head away, refusing to look at him.
Matthew's voice carried a hint of laughter. "I'm generous. If you want to look, I can let you look your fill."
Sophie got out of bed from the other side. She was embarrassed but tried to act composed. "Not interested."
"Really?" Matthew raised an eyebrow.
Sophie wouldn't look at him, stubbornly saying, "It's not like I haven't seen better. You're just ordinary."
Matthew frowned at this. "Ordinary?"
"What else?" Sophie forced herself to keep her eyes from wandering. "Confidence is good, but blind confidence isn't so great."
"Whose body have you seen that's better?" Matthew wasn't about to let this go.
Sophie took clothes from the closet. "Not telling you."
There was no way she was going to change in front of him. She planned to change in the next room.
Matthew stood in the doorway, blocking her path.
"Think you can leave without explaining?" Matthew used to not understand why guys cared about being compared to other men by women. Now he has it.
Being told you're not as good as another man doesn't feel good.
Sophie couldn't look down, so she had to look up at him. In his eyes, she saw a competitive streak.
She pressed her lips together. "You are good-looking, but there's always someone better-looking in this world. You need to accept that fact."
"Don't change the subject." Matthew wouldn't accept this explanation. "I'm asking you, who have you seen? Harold's? Or Alex's?"
Sophie frowned.
"Why are you like this? Can't anyone be better than you?"
"It's not that they can't be. I just want to know who else you've seen who's better than me." Matthew was being really serious about this.
Men always have these strange competitive streaks.
Getting hung up on really small things—at the end of the day, men can be pretty childish.
Sophie didn't want to deal with him.
Matthew wouldn't move aside either.
After a standoff, Sophie looked at him with exasperation. "You're the best, okay?"
"That's insincere." Matthew completely rejected her current attitude.
"What do you want?" Sophie lost her patience. "Why are you being so childish? Move!"
She reached out to pull him.
Matthew stood firm and didn't budge.
"Do you still want to go out or not?"
"Doesn't matter to me." Matthew saw her getting anxious and raised his eyebrows slightly.
He had time anyway. She had time too.
Sophie used more force, pushing him hard.
With that push, Matthew wrapped his arms around her.
"Matthew!" Sophie shouted his name in frustration.
Matthew just watched her struggle in his arms, her face flushing pink.
She always called him by his full name, and no matter what tone she used, he thought it sounded nice.
"Let me go!"
Sophie struggled in his embrace. The small space only allowed her to sway left and right, and at such close distance, the movement felt more like friction, their bodies gradually heating up.
With soft warmth in his arms, Matthew had just taken a shower, and restless emotions suddenly surged up.
His throat tightened, and it felt like a flame was burning in his lower abdomen.
He couldn't understand it himself. He'd gotten by just fine all these years, so why, after being with her, did his self-control seem to become particularly weak?
With her in his arms, he could only think of one thing.
"Stop moving." Matthew's voice had changed. He didn't know if he was torturing her or himself.
Hearing his voice, Sophie immediately went still.
Just once, and she understood the state and meaning his tone conveyed.
"Let me go," Sophie said through gritted teeth. She was afraid he'd lose control.
Matthew took a deep breath, the rise and fall of his chest clear in Sophie's eyes.
They were pressed too close together.
Matthew looked down at her, and she was tense too.
"When will it be over?"
Sophie couldn't answer that question.
Matthew lowered his head, his lips brushing across her forehead, the sound of him swallowing clearly audible.
Sophie was also new to intimate matters. She was easily influenced by him.
The moist warmth of his lips moved from her forehead like light enveloping her body, coursing through every nerve, making the blood in her body boil, about to set her entire being on fire.
She felt uncomfortable.
She was even pathetically about to surrender to him.
But right now, she was holding firm.
"Let me go first," Sophie said.
Matthew knew what would happen if this continued, but he was reluctant to let go.
His palm pressed against her waist, and his kiss landed gently on her lips.
Sophie's eyes widened.
Matthew raised his hand and gently placed it over her eyes, signaling her to close them.
He kissed very carefully, with an enticing tenderness and temptation that made Sophie lose all her strength. She couldn't help but be gradually drawn in by him, slowly falling.
They say that two people kissing are people in love.
Sophie liked Matthew—that had always been clear.
She was willing to kiss him.
But she didn't know if Matthew's love was just physical, or if it was real love.
At this moment, it seemed to have become less important.
The pleasure between men and women—sometimes you can't examine it too clearly, or it will destroy the happiness and joy of the moment.
Sophie's hands actively wrapped around Matthew's neck, making the kiss even deeper and longer.
After a long while, Sophie hung on Matthew's body, gasping for breath. Just from a kiss, she had lost all her strength.