than I get in my mouth. Chuckling, he takes the glass back and sets it on the nightstand then disappears. I hope he isn’t leaving. “I just need a minute and then I’ll be ready to make out,” I yell. I’m met with silence. It feels like too much effort to sit up. The next thing I know, I’m being pulled back up to a sitting position. Knox smiles down at me with an expression that seems almost tender.
