Knox POV
She’s hesitant. Not just about tonight or the club, but about everything. It’s written all over her face, in the way she plays with her napkin, how she avoids looking at me too long. She’s not just unsure—she’s torn.
“Knox,” she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. There’s something cautious in it, like she’s afraid to remind me. “You do remember I’m in a relationship, right?”
I laugh quietly and nod. “Yeah, I remember. Pretty clearly, actually. That relationship is the reason you were screaming my name last night.”
Her face flushes deep red as she covers it with both hands, groaning like she wishes she could sink through the floor.
I lean back in my chair and let her have the moment. I’m not trying to humiliate her, but I’m also not going to pretend this wasn’t rea
