KNOX
When I told Celeste that I wouldn’t touch her again until she came to me. She’d looked at me like I’d just handed her her freedom and her punishment in the same breath. She was pissed and embarrassed, rightly so.
Then she’d fled, eyes bright, breath ragged, leaving me standing with the taste of her still in my mouth and my restraint hanging by a damn thread. I’d watched her go, every muscle in my body straining not to follow.
Damn it, I hadn’t realized what that sentence would do to me. I preferred it when I was the one teasing and rattling her. She couldn’t fathom how I loved when she barged into my office, claiming I was driving her crazy. The tables had turned, and I was now the one suffering.
Since that night in my study, I hadn’t been the same. I hadn’t slept properly. Every
