DALA
I should have kept my mouth shut because Knox now stared at me like he’d seen a ghost, eyes darting uncontrollably.
Did I do something wrong? The ache between my thighs wasn’t going away, and I was more than ready to risk it all. I needed him right now, bad. But Knox withdrew from me, though I couldn’t read his expression.
That rush and hunger were no longer visible in him; rather, he looked retired, a hint of boredom now clouding his expression.
I knew I should have shut the hell up. I sat up, my eyes beholding him as my breath quickened. “What?”
He tucked his c**k back into his pants, the print still very much obvious. It was almost impossible to tear my eyes away. What the hell was going on?
“What happened?” I asked again, impatience sliding into my tone as I waddled to the e
