WRITER'S POV
As the two stepped back into the suite, Sophia freed her grip from Damien's wrist and made her way into the inner room, where the bed was. She had now started to feel tired from the dress she had had on for hours now, suddenly feeling the urge to get undressed and into a hot bath. Damien, on the other hand, just continued staring at the disappearing figure of Sophia, still probably trying to make sense of what had just happened.
He heard the sound of her zipper getting loose, but that sound only just unfroze him as he immediately walked into the room, still holding his shirt in his grip.
"What the fuck just happened?" He half yelled, pushing aside the door as he walked in.
