The DJ switches gears to a slow song and Knox’s arms close around my waist as the first few bars of, “Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby,” by Cigarettes After Sex begins to play through the large speakers. I want to pinch myself to make sure this is really happening. I peer into his eyes as we sway to the music. I have so many questions burning a hole inside me…but suddenly none of them matter. Because he’s here…for me.
