The Aftermath

Chapter Sixty-seven

The Aftermath

Sophie’s POV

I woke up to the morning sun seeping into the room. I sat up on the bed, rubbing my blurry eyes. I looked to the side of the bed but Maxon was nowhere to be found, I sat down on the bed, swirling in the light mood of the aftermath of our lovemaking.

My heart thumped with excitement, would this be a new beginning for us? Would this be a patching up of our relationship? I could still remember the words he murmured to my ears during our intimate moment the previous night, I could remember the way he held me and looked into my eyes with admiration, could this really be a new dawn? I wasn’t sure but I weirdly hoped it will.

I hopped down from the bed and rushed into the bathroom, standing under the shower. The warm water beating my skin only reminded me of how many times I reached my peak the night before, I could remember his touch and the words he whispered into my ears.

Minutes later, I was done taking my bath. I headed out of the room and