“Ah!” I cried out. Knox’s body was pressed up against mine, his hand gripping my hip.
“I wasn’t pretending,” he said.
“Wh-what—”
“With you. I was never pretending.”
Knox suddenly realized what he was doing, and he let go of me. I slumped back against the door, gasping for breath.
“I’m sorry, Chloe,” he said, looking down at his hands as though they were acting of their own accord. “I'm so sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
“So you do care?”
He looked up at me then, his wounded emerald eyes seeking mine out for forgiveness. I crossed my arms. I wasn’t about to give in that easily, not even if his gaze made my heart melt in my chest.
“You do care about me. Is that what you’re saying?”
It took him a moment. Like a root being wrenched from the ground, his admission came strug
