We stayed close for a long time.

My forehead rested against his. Our breathing evened out, but neither of us moved.

Knox’s hand stroked my spine.

“We should go,” he murmured against my temple. “Someone’s going to look for me.”

I tightened my grip on him. I made a soft sound of protest, unwilling to let the moment end.

He huffed a quiet laugh. “Greedy.”

He kissed me once, slow and deep, before pulling back.

I whimpered at the loss.

His eyes were heavy and possessive. “Let's get you out of here,” he said.

We cleaned up with hospital towels. I pulled my dress down. My red panties were ruined,...