Knox walks over without a word, climbs into the bed, and pulls me into him. One arm drapes over my waist, the other reaches out and turns off the bedside lamp.
Darkness fills the room.
I can feel the thump of his heart beneath my cheek.
I slide my hand down, fingers trailing the hem of his shirt and then slipping beneath it. His skin is hot, tight over muscle. I keep going, dipping under the waistband of his pants. The elastic snaps as my wrist slips past it.
I find what I’m looking for with no effort.
Hard already. Just from being close.
The part of him that’s ruined me more times than I can count. The part that makes me forget my name when it’s inside me.
It twitches in response to my touch, like it’s greeting me. Like it remembers me too.
My fingers graze the piercing, and even
