Chapter 252

“This is all your fault.”

Still bleary-eyed from having been woken up early by soft knocking at her door, Jordan took in the sight on the other side of her door. Sofia stood there, in her pajamas, wearing fuzzy white slippers and an ice-cold glare that only a Theliosian, with their famous bone-white hair and pale blue eyes, could deliver quite so frostily.

“Ah?” Jordan asked, wholly unprepared to have a glaring Sofia at her door so early in the morning. She tried to shake off the morning fatigue. Sofia hadn’t woken her that early, only a half-hour before normal rising time. By the glare, she suspected Sofia had woken and been unable to get back to sleep, then stalked over to Jordan’s room for ... some reason?

Then Jordan remembered what last night had been—the last opportune day of that ridiculous bet of Sofia and Natalie’s—and the tiredness cleared away on its own.

“Oh?” Jordan said. “What happened? What’s my fault?” She opened the door and waved Sofia in, who stalked in, continuing to shoot glares even as she moved to the chair in the corner of the room and sat. “How’d last night go?”

“Awfully.”

“O-Oh?” Jordan’s heart sank, before sensing that something was off in the way she’d said awfully—there was a certain lack of despair or heat in the word, at least for the worst-case interpretation Jordan had defaulted to. “Awful how?”

“I took your advice.”

“My advice?”

Sofia’s cheeks colored, but she didn’t turn her eyes away, her anger overruling her embarrassment for once. “I told Natalie I wanted ‘the girlfriend experience,’ if we were going to be doing all of that.”

Jordan’s attention was instantly captured. She sat on the edge of her messy bed nearest to the chair Sofia was sitting in. “And what happened?”

“What you said would. She agreed to a date.” She punctuated the statement by crossing her arms.

“That’s ... good, isn’t it?” It was more than she’d expected from Sofia, honestly. She had figured the two of them spend all night together and, somehow, not talk about a single thing.

“And then she put her clothes back on,” Sofia said flatly.

Jordan blinked.

Slowly, she patched together an image of what Sofia was saying. In fact, she felt like she knew the girl well enough to guess what had happened in a more comprehensive picture than she was being given. The request had probably come at a rather pivotal moment—say, right before the deed was about to be done. Sofia had found the courage to open her mouth and make her intentions at least one percent clear. Then Natalie had put a stop to things, with her confidence in Sofia’s willingness put into question, or perhaps deciding that such a climactic event should be saved for after the date, not before.

Jordan’s lips twitched in amusement. “And so, what, you’re blaming me that the two of you didn’t sleep together?”

“Of course not.” Sofia’s glare doubled, betraying her words. “Why would I be upset by that? I should be thanking you, if anything.”

And yet here she was, glaring.

“Her cock is pretty amazing,” Jordan said. “So I’d get it if you were a little upset.” Her lips twitched.

“Don’t be crude,” Sofia said.

“But that’s the problem, right?” Her amusement by this whole situation grew by the second. “What, getting a date out of that idiot doesn’t make up for losing out on a night of mind-blowing sex?” Jordan tapped her finger to her lips, putting on a show of consideration. “Maybe you should’ve just shut up and enjoyed the ride, then.”