“She’s beautiful.” I nodded. “She isn’t you.” “Knox.” Her shoulders fell. “If you need time to talk, I can just go home. Stay in the loft tonight.” “Memphis.” I hooked my finger beneath her chin, making sure she was locked on me as I repeated my sentence. “She isn’t you.” She fell into me, her forehead crashing into my sternum. “I didn’t know if maybe you still wanted—” “You.” I kissed her hair. “Only you.”
