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Did a ten year old write the above *ha-ha*?


What happened to Sophia’s regret over last night? The hesitation, the need to hit the brakes with him? And yet, here we are again—Dylan, once more, painted as a simp, when in reality, he was the one who seized control. Bold, unapologetic. Owning every moment—whether in the bathtub, the club, or the hot tub.
Wouldn’t it make more sense for Sophia to think something like:
"I can’t believe we did it again. Out in the open, in my car, for anyone to see. Why can’t I stop him? Or maybe… why don’t I want to? There’s something about the way he touches me—so intense, so unyielding. Not even his father touches me like that. Maybe that’s the reason…"