No answer.
She exhaled sharply, closing her eyes as she forced herself to breathe. When she opened them again, irritation replaced her shock. She flipped around to face Magnus.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” she snapped. “We could have gone home.”
Magnus only shrugged, completely unbothered. He loosened his tie as he walked deeper into the room. He tossed his suit jacket aside, draping it carelessly over the chair.
Sophia clenched her teeth.
Turning to face him, she said stiffly, “There’s only one small bed here. I’ll sleep on the floor. You can take the bed.”
Magnus paused mid-motion, fingers still at his tie. He turned around, eyes sweeping over her before his lips curled into an infuriatingly lazy smile.
“Are you afraid you’ll lose control and force yourself on me once again?”
Sophia eyes wide with disbelief.
“H-How can you—? Why do you keep bringing that up?!” she snapped, heat rushing to her ears. “Gosh… you’re so damn dramatic!”
She didn’t wait for his response. She shoved past him and rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her. The sharp slam of the door echoed through the quiet room.
Pressing her back against the door, she sucked in a shaky breath. Her heart pounded violently, her face burning, the sensation crawling under her skin—as if she had barely escaped something dangerous.
Outside, Magnus chuckled softly.
He watched the closed door for a moment before turning back again, calmly unbuttoning his shirt.
Sophia stayed inside far longer than necessary.
She let the water run just to have an excuse, staring at her reflection until the heat on her face finally faded. When she eventually gathered the courage to step out, half-expecting another remark—
Thankfully, he didn’t tease her again.
Instead, Magnus took his turn in the bathroom. She heard the door close, the faint sound of running water, and only then did her shoulders relax.
By the time he emerged, changed into a casual T-shirt and dark trousers, Sophia had already claimed the bed. She lay back against the pillows, one knee slightly bent, phone held loosely in one hand as videos played one after another.
Magnus cleared his throat as he stepped out, rubbing a towel through his damp hair. Acting nonchalant, he moved deeper into the room, deliberately avoiding looking at her. Setting the towel aside, he crossed the room as if she didn’t exist.
But despite himself, his eyes drifted toward her.
She wasn’t paying him the slightest bit of attention. She hadn’t even looked up.
Her lashes were lowered, lips faintly curved in amusement at whatever was playing on her screen. Completely relaxed and absorbed. As if he weren’t standing just a few feet away.
That irritated him.
More than irritated him.
His jaw tightened, the muscle jumping visibly as he watched her thumb scroll again.
He walked over and stopped behind the bed, looming over her face. Then he leaned down, bracing one hand on the wooden bedframe, craning his neck toward her phone.
She sensed something looming above her face, and her heart nearly leaped out of her chest in shock.
She jerked upright, her hand flying up on instinct—and her forehead slammed straight into his nose.
“Fuck!” Magnus hissed, stumbling back with a sharp inhale, one hand clamping over his face as pain shot through him.
