The Indifferent Ex-Husband: Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate novel Chapter 245

This wasn't the first time they hooked up since the divorce, but last time Sophia was plastered and could use the booze as an excuse.

This time, she and Brandon did the deed stone-cold sober. It kinda felt like their first time all over again.

Same sultry night, same piercing gazes locking together, leading to an unexpected frenzy that spiraled out of control before they knew it.

Sophia and Brandon had this deadly magnetic pull towards each other's bodies. Sophia wasn't sure if it was just the hormones talking.

Hurricane weather, two single souls, a hotel room - any one of these could spell disaster. Neither of them could keep their hands to themselves.

The more they lost control in the night, the more awkward it was now, especially with her still wrapped up in Brandon's arms, under the covers.

Sophia sneakily glanced at the bathrobes tossed on the couch, a messy heap of his and hers, with their underwear mixed in - obviously chucked there in the heat of the moment.

Inappropriate flashbacks filled in the blanks of her memory. Sophia silently raised her hand to shield her face, grabbing the blanket and turning her back, not ready to face it.

Brandon cleared his throat and turned away too before sitting up.

"I had the hotel send up some breakfast. Why don't we freshen up first?" he said, his voice deep and steady, like nothing was out of the ordinary.

If it weren't for being married to the guy for two years and getting the lowdown on him, Sophia would have a tough time connecting this cool, composed dude with the guy who was all hot and heavy last night.

"Okay," Sophia murmured a reply, still not turning around. The whole exes jumping back into bed thing was more cringey than anything else.

Brandon didn't say more.

The sound of rustling clothes came from behind her. Sophia resisted the urge to look back until she heard the bathroom door open and close; then she let out a quiet sigh and glanced towards the bathroom.

Brandon was brushing his teeth, his tall, lean figure casting a steady, calm shadow on the frosted glass, a stark contrast to last night's passion.

Sophia averted her eyes and got up, the blanket still draped over her, intending to slip into her clothes.