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~~SLOANE~~
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My hands are wrapped around Knox’s neck as he leads me back into the house.
I’m clinging to him with trembling legs. My skin is damp from everything he just did to me outside. I don’t know how I’m even conscious right now. My body feels wrung out, like someone twisted every drop of strength out of me and still left me wanting more.
He only pauses once, just inside the door. He leans forward, reaches down, and slides off his house slippers with the same precision he used yesterday when we came in through the other door. Neatly. One foot, then the other. Perfectly lined beside the door.
And I just… watch. Not because it matters. But because I can’t figure him out.
I’ve seen him walk into other places without blinking. His parents’ house. My apartment. A hotel room.
