Viv:
The walk back to the motel was slow, easy. The salty air wrapped around us like a warm blanket, and my skin still hummed from what we’d done in the ocean. Knox’s arm hung loosely around my shoulders, his fingers brushing the bare strip of skin where his flannel didn’t meet my shorts.
I leaned into him, content, until something taped to the motel’s lobby window caught my eye.
A hot pink flyer with obnoxiously sparkly letters.
POLE DANCING CONTEST — TONIGHT @ 10PM
FLAMING FLAMINGO – CASH PRIZE + CHAMPAGNE
I blinked at it. Knox did too.
Then I turned, slowly, smirking as I glanced up at him. “Don’t make me kill anyone in this town,” he said, voice dry.
I raised a brow. “Kill anyone?”
“I kinda like it here.” he said, tilting his head down to me. “It’d be a shame if I had to stab
