I still remained in my spot on the couch long after Knight had gone. I didn’t know that a decision that took me over five hours to make would be undone in less than ten minutes. He had a way with words, yes. His eyes felt like some sort of wormhole, pulling me in even when he wasn’t doing much. But ultimately, everything was my decision.
And I decided to stick with him—even after telling myself not to.
Which meant I was royally f****d.
I even suggested a talking stage, so I couldn’t deny how I felt about him anymore. Even the anger I was supposed to be feeling was quenched the moment his lips met mine. Thankfully, I pulled myself together enough not to give in easily. I didn’t even walk him out on purpose, just so he’d know I was serious.
If I was really going to do this—if I was going
