Knox:
I woke up to lips on my neck—soft, slow, and hot like sin.
Viv.
Even half-asleep, I knew that mouth anywhere. It started near my collarbone, then moved lower, then back up. Gentle, then nipping. She pressed closer, her leg sliding between mine as she laid her body over me like she belonged there. Because she did.
My eyes cracked open just enough to catch the faint light creeping in through the blinds. The world outside was still dark, still sleeping.
But not her.
And not me.
“Couldn’t sleep?” I rasped, my voice thick with gravel.
She shook her head against my chest. “Too much in my head.”
I ran my hand down her bare back, feeling the tension still coiled in her muscles, even now. Her skin was warm, but there was an edge to her—the kind of restless that doesn’t just go away w
