Something passed over Knox’s expression. “She doesn’t even know me.” My steps faltered as I really took him in. I had no doubt that Knox had girls all over campus interested in him. From the pieces I’d put together, he was a football player on top of his good looks, which only added to the appeal. But if that was all people saw in you, the attention would feel pretty damn empty. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. Knox’s gaze snapped to mine. “For what?” “Laughing about Delaney. It has to get old, that kind of attention. Maybe even feel lonely.”
