Viv:
Knox picked me up after work jusy like he said he would. I woke up tangled in sheets that weren’t mine, in a bed too soft to belong to the life I lived.
For a second, I panicked—heart racing, stomach flipping.
Then I smelled him.
Knox.
Leather, cedar, a hint of smoke. Masculine and familiar in a way that made something low in my belly twist.
I blinked against the morning light and rolled onto my back. My body ached in places I didn’t want to think about too hard. My thighs. My throat. My goddamn heart.
He didn’t take anything from me last night.
That was the part that messed me up.
He gave.
All of it.
His mouth, his hands, the way he held me after like I was something precious instead of just another wild night. Like he didn’t care that I’d drawn blood on some bleach-blonde
