SERA
Knox.
His elbows rested on the edge of the pool, body half-submerged, water dripping from his hair, shoulders glistening. His eyes locked on mine, dark and unreadable.
My mouth went dry.
I blinked once, twice, just to make sure I was awake. That I hadn’t slipped into another dream.
Because this? Knox, bare-chested in the moonlit pool, water glistening down the ridges of his torso, eyes locked on mine like he already knew every dark corner of my thoughts?
This felt like the dream I just tore myself out of.
“You don’t look like yourself,” he said, c*****g his head slightly. “Did you have a bad dream?”
My breath caught.
I couldn’t answer. I wouldn’t. My brain scrambled to deflect, to ground myself.
“What are you doing out here this late?” I asked, folding my arms even though
