The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

Abstention from alcohol being the first of the five precepts in Buddhism was not without basis; drinking could really get people into trouble.

Actually, Sophia kind of knew what was happening

She seemingly knew what she was doing, but she just could not take charge of her body.

She swiftly took off all her clothes and moved to stand below the showerhead.

The cold made her shiver. “What’s wrong with you, John? The water is freezing.”

Her words were soft and gentle.

After that, she turned around, walked a few steps, and hugged John as if she was trying to get some heat from his body.

John gnashed his teeth. Even though he also had a good amount of alcohol in him, he did not get it as bad as her.

At this point, perhaps because John’s body was not as warm as she expected, she snorted, “Why is your body so cold as well?”

If it was not because Sophia’s eyes were closed the whole time, John would have thought that she did all this on purpose. Right at this point, she was carelessly rubbing his chest.

In the end, she could not find a spot that could warm her up.

So, she wiggled her hips. “Could you please make the water warmer?”

John stood there for a while, staring at the bathroom door.

slowly exhaled

She did not respond.

hand, John lifted her chin. The water

she turned away.

Her voice sounded pitiful.

grunted. “That’s because I’m giving you

he wondered how much beer

not even cold water could cool

her head backward and kissed

Sophia proceeded to put her hands

remembered to

her and walked a few

then swaddled her

eventually made their way out of the bathroom and onto the bed

where John knew that he should not be doing

that this might have happened the moment Zack invited Sophia over to his

were in bed, there was a moment where

opened her eyes and

grunted and continued to finger

began to

get

that she was not

when John landed his last kiss on

closed her eyes and fell

alcohol, John was feeling excited and aroused

their lovemaking, he recalled the scene when Sophia lay with her face down in the

fragile, looking like a little girl that had

when she sat cross-legged on the chair with her greasy hands while nibbling at a crab claw, which contrasted her ladylike manner when she was still at the

hated to see the most. It made him think that she was merely putting up a

felt sorry for her; he was unsure if he was still under the

Sophia, who was all by herself in

this juncture, John began to pound her even

John by his back and moaned before saying, “A*shole,