Chapter 9Knox
“She’s not wrong, you know?”
Knox’s voice was taut with emotion, his belly clenched with anxiety, anticipation, worry and more than a little doubt. Peering at Trevor beneath the glowing neon beer signs that dotted the sushi bar windows, he’d never wanted anything—or anyone—so much.
“About what?” Trevor asked innocently, as if he hadn’t even heard what the waitress had just said. Or been playing footsie with him under their table for the last ten minutes.
Knox jostled him with his shoulder, the two of them drifting into the now empty parking lot and standing beneath a flickering neon sign that looked like an overweight samurai chugging a beer. “About getting a room, dumbass?”
“Why would we do that?” Trevor murmured, wearing a mirthful grin that said he knew exactly why th
