IVY
The rest of the drive back is silent. Well, on my part at least.
Knox's hands rest easy on the steering wheel, the sleeves of his shirt are rolled up to his elbows, exposing thick sexy veins that run along his forearms.
He is listening to jazz on the radio and nodding along to the song without a care in the world.
I wonder how he does it. How does he hold his head up high even in times where life seems so difficult?
How does he stay strong? Hearing his history with Sierra suddenly has me feel…sympathy—because the warmth in my chest has to be that and nothing else.
I should be satisfied. Content. I finally got what I wanted, didn't I?
Knox Reid, the man who's been consuming my every waking thought, just f****d me senseless on the side of the road. He spanked me until I crie
