“Don’t move.” Knox's voice has changed in the last few hours. It’s deeper, with a sexy gruffness, but it’s also how he’s more direct too.
It’s something I saw my dad do with my mom or even Felipe with my sister. I used to roll my eyes and shake my head, but I don’t roll my eyes when Knox does it to me. My body has a completely different reaction, and it’s only to Knox.
“I’ll be right here.” He narrows his eyes on me like he’s not sure if he should trust me, and I’m not mad about it. He doesn’t want me putting any clothes on and wants me to stay in the bed where we’ve been since the first round on the sofa. The bed is a lot easier to explore each other's bodies.
“Why do you even need to leave?” I huff. Instantly I regret it. The last thing I want to do is to come off as needy or clingy.
