Sophia wanted to deny him, to tell him she was leaving, but her body seemed to have its own ideas, and she felt herself falter under his gaze. Despite her desire to appear unaffected, she could feel her pulse racing, her breath coming a little quicker.
For a brief moment, she imagined herself staying, letting him take her again, feeling his hands on her skin and his breath against her neck. But she quickly shook the thought away, determined not to let him see the effect he had on her.
"Get out, brute!" she snapped, her voice sharper than she intended, hoping it would cover up her flustered state. "I'll get dressed and go home!"
Ross just raised an eyebrow, clearly unfazed by her outburst. He shrugged nonchalantly, his smirk never wavering, as he picked up the tray from the bedside.
