Knox’s POV
What the f**k am I doing?
The second the door slammed in my face, I just stood there. Didn’t move. Couldn’t move. I mean… damn.
I stalked her. Not even gonna sugarcoat it. I sat in my car like some bitter ex, watched her house like it was a damn stakeout. Waited for her “boyfriend” to leave, yeah, I’m putting that s**t in air quotes, and then I walked up to her door thinking I was about to do what, exactly? Talk sense into her? Mark my territory? Fix something I never even built?
Humiliating.
I looked up at the night sky, stars blinking back like they were in on the joke. “God… what can I do?” My voice sounded smaller than I expected. “How the hell do I fix this?”
No answer. Of course.
I took a deep breath. Let it out slow. The cold air didn’t clear my head, it just made
