Knox:
She walked off like she didn’t even feel it.
That heat. That charge. That static crackling between us like a live wire in the middle of a storm. One second, she was right in front of me, eyes like glacial fire, lips curved in some wicked little smirk—and the next, she was gone.
Just like that.
No name. No number. Not even a last glance.
And I’m still sitting here like a f*****g i***t, beer warm in my hand, wondering if I imagined the whole thing.
“Yo, Knox.” Riot elbows me hard enough to jostle my arm, sloshing beer down my wrist. “You dead or just mentally undressing her on a loop?”
I grunt and wipe my hand off on my jeans. “You always talk this much?”
“Only when my boy’s walking around with a semi over a chick he hasn’t even spoken to.”
“I spoke to her,” I mutter.
“Did yo
