“Knox.” “Go away,” he snaps. I poke him harder. “I need answers.” He pounds the mattress with his fist. “And I need sleep.” Rolling my eyes, I flick my gaze to the alarm clock on the nightstand. “No, you don’t. It’s two—” Holy shit. It’s two in the afternoon. I never sleep this late. I snatch his pillow away again. “Goddammit,” he roars, sitting up in bed. “Why the fuck are you extra annoying today?” “Gee, I don’t know,” I start. “Maybe because I woke up in your bed wearing your t-shirt and I have absolutely no idea how I got here.”
