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Fuck…

No, Knox.

Stop it.

And I do…

I turn the other way, stare at the dark wall, already knowing I am not getting any sleep tonight.

CHAPTER 12

CILLIAN

I wake up feeling insanely comfortable and warm. Warmer than I’ve been in months, and I don’t even have to open my eyes to figure out why.

Apparently, unconscious Cillian made the executive decision to roll over and throw himself all over Knox.

Gold star for unconscious Cillian!

I crack one eye open and see that my arm is draped over his delicious chest, my leg is hooked over his hip, and my face is pressed right into the crook of his neck.

His body is warm, so damn hard, and the fact that he smells like my fruity shower gel is driving me crazy.

Fuck!

I want to sink my teeth into his bicep.

Wait... Is that weird?

A bit too Edward Cullen?

I want to scramble into his lap, pin his hands over his head, and kiss him until neither of us can breathe.

God, it’s so tempting.

But I don’t move, because if I move, he’ll run away… or worse, throw me out the window into the rose bushes, and my skin is way too delicate for that.

So, for the first time in my entire life, I have to learn something I’ve never had to practice until now:

Patience.

I shut my eyes and order every cell in my body to memorize every detail of this moment.

And I sink into it.

My hands memorize the feel of his skin, the beat of his heart against my palm, his heat.

My legs memorize his smooth, hairless thighs, with more muscles than I even knew existed in a human leg.

And lastly, my body enjoys how incredibly fulfilling this whole moment feels.

As if my heart and soul were recharging.

Okay, Cil…

Move.

Get out of bed before he opens his eyes and reminds you of reality.