Sofie Halvorsen

Rain tapped softly against the tall windows of their Madrona house. It was Saturday morning, as Sofie opened the door, smirk curling her pink lips. Her white shirt tied high above her bronze belly; a barely-there miniskirt, teasing what beneath. Fishnet thigh-highs framed long legs. Leaning against the doorway, icy blue eyes sharp with mischief, she tilted her head. “You really think you can keep up with me for a whole week?” she teased, voice low and daring.