Knox

My jaw tightens in rage as I watch Gina turn her back against me. She rummages through her closet and pulls on a large t-shirt.

Without sparing me a glance, she leaves the room and slam the door shut.

I can feel anger and frustration slithering through my spine.

Glaring at the door, it dawn on me that this is what she wants. She did it on purpose.

She knew I was in the bathroom and that I wouldn't be able to resist her the moment I lay eyes on her.

I exhale sharply and glance down at myself. The rush of longing drains away in an instant, replaced...