He plopped down onto the bed, and one side immediately sank down. He casually threw a towel over her head, perfectly covering the small face peeking out from under the blanket.
"Ugh—"
Sophia could no longer keep up the act. She grabbed the towel from her face, sat up in a huff, and glared angrily at the relaxed Capone.
"What exactly do you want?"
"Help me dry my hair, hurry up!"
"Don't you have hands?" Sophia shot back, furiously tossing the towel back onto his head, a tooth for a tooth.
Puffed with indignation, she tried to lie back down, but Capone yanked her nightgown, pulling a little too hard, and one button popped open, exposing a smooth, round shoulder.
"Let go of me!" Sophia swatted his hand away, but he pulled her into his embrace, her soft body pressing against his hard chest.
"If you don't behave, I'll rip off your entire outfit, and then you'll know what I want!"
Sophia felt helpless; he was being such a brat.