Knox:
I left the club with my pulse still hammering in my god damn neck and the image of Viv burning behind my f*****g eyes. She'd wrecked me. Right there on stage, without even touching me. The way her body moved, the way she danced just for me, like the rest of the room didn’t even exist—it made the fire inside me burn hot and reckless.
I didn’t stop anywhere. Didn’t care about food, didn’t care about the text Riot sent about the weekend job. None of it mattered. Not when every breath I took was soaked in the scent of her. Not when my jeans still felt too damn tight from how hard she got me with a single look.
I parked outside her building, heart still pounding. My hands were clenched on the wheel. I sat there for a second, head thrown back, trying to breathe through the madness she l
