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“Holy shit,” I say, adjusting my dress when he pulls away.
“Yeah, holy shit, baby,” he says, before leaning down and kissing me again.
He’s just zipped up his pants when I see the headlights of an oncoming car.
“Talk about good timing,” I say, throwing my head back on a laugh.
Knox made me feel alive tonight. That’s something I haven’t felt in a long time.
We’re both laughing in the truck when we drive away.
“That was amazing,” I say, looking over at him with a smile.
“You’re fucking amazing,” he says, making eye contact for a short minute before turning his attention back to the road.
There’s silence in the truck the rest of the way home. I feel the doubt creeping up inside of me. I want to ask him what tonight means. Are we together? I try to push it all away before I ruin the moment.
We pull up to the house, and I don’t know if I’m disappointed or relieved that Kinsley’s car is in the driveway. It might have just saved us from having an awkward and unwanted conversation.
“Thanks for taking me out tonight, Knox.” I look over as he parks the truck.
“I had a great time, Sophie. I’d like to try this again sometime,” he says, his eyes connecting with mine.
He looks and sounds sincere. I’m just not sure, given our history, if I can trust him yet.
“I’d like that,” I tell him.
He leans down, pulling me in for a deep kiss, his fingers tangling in my hair.
“I could do this for the rest of my life,” he says. It sounds like a promise, but given who it’s coming from, I know it’s not.
He pulls away, leaving me breathless before getting out of the truck. I lean my head against the headrest, giving myself a moment.
How easy would it be to fall into the things he’s saying?
He opens the door for me, pulling me from my thoughts.
“You okay?” he asks, putting a hand out for me to grab.
“Of course.” I plaster a fake smile on my face.
He doesn’t let loose of my hand once I’m out of the truck. His fingers interlock with mine, and I glance down at our interconnected hands.
He drops my hand right before he opens the door.
“Kinsley, you home?” he yells inside.
She doesn’t answer. I don’t miss the way his body stiffens at her lack of response.
I imagine he still worries that he’ll come home and find her the same way he did the a few months ago.
“Hey, I’m sure she’s fine. Maybe she’s sleeping?” I say, putting my hand on his shoulder.
He shrugs me off, ignores me, and runs up the stairs.
Well, the walls are back up. It took longer than I anticipated it would.
I follow him up the stairs, but not to check on Kinsley. I have confidence she’s fine. I think they need this moment alone.
