Knox POV
I honestly didn’t think Danielle would agree to stay the night with me, but here she is, curled softly against my side in the quiet aftermath, my arm wrapped around her slender waist. She isn’t asleep; instead, she gazes quietly at the wall, lost somewhere in thoughts I can’t yet reach. Her silence feels heavy, loaded with uncertainty, and I brace myself, expecting the moment she whispers that she needs to leave.
But then she surprises me.
“I don’t usually do things like this,” Danielle whispers softly, her voice tentative and careful in the quiet of the room. “I don’t go to bars alone. I definitely don’t sleep with people I don’t even know.”
There’s no guilt yet, just a delicate confusion as she tries to puzzle through what’s happened between us tonight. My chest tightens sli
