Page 88 of Knot What I Expected

My cock hardens.

This thing between us is more than chemistry. Fuck, it kinda feels like fate.

And I know she feels it too.

Whatever this is between us? She definitely fucking feels it.

Her gaze drops to my mouth.

Just for a second.

But I see it. Of course I fucking see it. And suddenly all I can think about is kissing her.

I want to know what that smart mouth tastes like. Want to feel those soft lips beneath mine. Want to slide my hand into all that dark hair and tip her head back. Want to hear what kind of sound Gabriella Santos makes when she stops arguing with me long enough to let me kiss her properly.

Monster practically claws through my chest.

Kiss.

“No.”

Her eyes widen.

“What?”

Fuck.

“Nothing.”

“Havoc—”

“I wasn't prying.”

She tries to pull her arm away. And I release her.

Immediately.

The loss of contact hits harder than it should.

“I was just asking a question.”

“A question about my life, about my son.”

“Yeah.”

“My son is none of your business.”

The words land like a punch.

They shouldn't.

She’s right. Matteo isn't my business. Neither is she.

I know that.

So why the fuck does hearing her say it make something inside me ache?

“I know.”