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He stops.
Turns to me.
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The hand that’s on my waist pulls me toward him until my body meets his. Chest to chest. Hip to hip.
The feel of him-solid, warm, grounding-sends a current up my spine. I hate that it calms me. That it makes me ache, No Cream which I’m certain was his plan. The hallway is empty, save for one nurse who walks by and glances at us but doesn’t stop. Knox doesn’t even flinch. His eyes are on me, steady, quiet, dangerous.
His hand comes up to tilt my chin. “Bunny.”
I swallow hard, the words caught somewhere between my chest and throat.
“Knox… your brother just got knocked down.”
“And?”
“I know he can be annoying, but can you two just cool off the heat until this is over?”
His gaze hardens just slightly. “You know this broken arm wasn’t coincidental, right?”
“What are you talking about? You think he walked into a moving car?”
“That’s the story he fed you so you’d feel bad for him. But his hospital records say he fell down a flight of stairs. And if I had to bet, I’d say he had Delilah push him.”
I blink, heart tripping over itself. “Why the hell would he do that?”
“The same reason he snuck into your house, installed hidden cameras, and sat in your closet watching you get fucked. He wants what I have.” His voice doesn’t rise. It doesn’t need to. The words hit with enough weight.
I stare at him, lips parting, scrambling to keep up with his words. Only one phrase sticks out from all the things he said.
“Hidden cameras?” I whisper.
“Don’t worry,” he says, brushing hair off my cheek. “It’s been taken care of. Just go in there, tell him you’ll send flowers, say goodbye. Let’s go.”
But I don’t move.
Not yet.
He waits, standing there like a storm in a black button-down shirt. Waiting for me to comply. To turn. To walk.
But the words in my throat aren’t the ones he wants to hear. And I have to make them go down easier.
I trail my fingers up the center of his chest. The fabric of his shirt is soft, but the muscle underneath is anything but. He tenses the moment I touch him. He always does. Until my hand slips around the back of his neck, and he dips down instinctively, making it easier for me to reach around his neck.
“Are you trying to seduce me in a hospital hallway?” he murmurs.
“…”
He waits, curious and amused.
“So, uh…” I begin and fail again.
“What is it?”
I slide my hand along the side of his neck, my thumb brushing the stubble there. His Adam’s apple bobs. His eyes shift- darker now. Hungry.
“You’re going to have to say what’s on your mind soon,” he says, low. “Because if you don’t, I’m going to throw you over my shoulder and find somewhere private to finish what you just started.”
I press my lips together.
And then I say it.
“Don’t you think we’re being too hard on Finn?”
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Just like that, the desire drains from Knox’s face.
“Hard?” he says.
“He’s clearly not doing well with me leaving. And it’s understandable. I’ve been the only constant in his life for years. He hardly goes home. He doesn’t have you. He doesn’t have friends. Just me. And Delilah, of course. Who knows what he’ll do next? He could get himself incarcerated or worse. He needs help, Knox. Not threat Not more trauma.”
His jaw flexes.
“What are you saying exactly?”
“I’m saying let me get him the help he needs. There’s no rule that states I can’t date one brother and help the other.”
“Sloane-“
“Come on. I won’t be able to live with myself if he does something he can’t come back from. He’s crazy. I should have known he’d not take this well. He doesn’t cope well with abandonment. I just need to make sure he gets therapy.”
“You mean get institutionalized?”
“Please?”
Knox sighs and looks away, muttering something I don’t catch. But when he turns back, I know it already.
He’s not going to say no.
Not to me.
“How about we talk about it in the morning?” he says. “When we’re both thinking clearly.”
I nod, relieved. “Alright. I’ll stay here with him until he’s discharged tomorrow. Maybe call in sick at work.”
He tightens his grip. “No.”
“What?”
“You’re not staying here. He’ll be fine. There are nurses.”
“I can’t just leave him.”
“We’ll come back in the morning.”
“It’s almost a forty-minute drive back to my place.”
He starts walking. “Then we’ll go to mine. Ten minutes from here. I wasn’t going to let you drive home anyway.”
“Knox-“
He pulls me gently but firmly toward the front desk where we return our visitor badges.
“I haven’t even said goodbye,” I say, trying to resist.
“You can call him on the way.”
And just like that, we’re outside. The night air is cold against my skin.
“My car’s over there,” I say, pointing.
“Leave it. I’ll send someone to get it.”
“You are being annoyingly bossy.”
He doesn’t respond. Just opens the passenger door of his car, and before I can climb in, he turns me around and kisses me.
It’s not gentle.
It’s not even sweet.
It’s deep. Possessive. Thorough.
His hands are on either side of my face, holding me still while his mouth does what it always does-wrecks me.