Untold chronicles of power

Chapter Sixty-six

As Sophia stood up from Jackson's lap, her movements carried a grace that seemed to defy the intensity of the moment.

She retrieved the bandages, her hands moving with purpose, and began to tend to Jackson's wounds with a gentle touch.

The atmosphere in the room, though momentarily interrupted by practical considerations, retained a lingering sense of connection.

When Jackson stood up to leave, he turned back to look at Sophia, his eyes reflecting a profound gratitude. "Thank you," he said, the words carrying more weight than their surface meaning.

Both of their eyes held a silent conversation, a shared understanding that begged for more yet lingered on the threshold of restraint.

With a nod, Jackson left the room, the door closing behind him with a hushed finality. Sophia left alone in the room, touched her lips where the imprint of the kiss still resonated.

Sophia lay back on her bed, her heart still racing from the intensity of the kiss with Jackson.

Her fingertips gently trace