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Finn and his “devices” have never led to anything but trouble.
And now that he’s pulling stunts that involve hospital beds and security violations, I can’t afford to hope he’ll magically change course.
He won’t.
Not unless someone forces him to.
And that someone might have to be me.
The bathroom door creaks open.
Knox steps out, now dressed in a black shirt and loose grey pajama pants. His hair is damp.
“You’re still awake?” he asks.
“You thought I was gonna sleep and let you sneak off somewhere?” I pat the space beside me. “Hop in.”
Make It Stop
Knox walks over without a word, climbs into the bed, and pulls me into him. One arm drapes over my waist, the other reaches out and turns off the bedside lamp.
Darkness fills the room.
I can feel the thump of his heart beneath my cheek.
I slide my hand down, fingers trailing the hem of his shirt and then slipping beneat. His skin is hot, tight over muscle. I keep going, dipping under the waistband of his pants. The elastic snaps as my wrist slips past it.
I find what I’m looking for with no effort.
Hard already. Just from being close.
The part of him that’s ruined me more times than I can count. The part that makes me forget my name when it’s inside me.
It twitches in response to my touch, like it’s greeting me. Like it remembers me too.
My fingers graze the piercing, and even in the dark, I can feel his breath hitch. Just a small break in the rhythm, a crack in the calm.
God, I love that.
“Did it hurt when you got pierced?”
“Somewhat.”
“Why’d you get it?”
“Because I like pain. And because I like to give pleasure.”
I smirk, but before I can go further, he grabs my wrist and pulls my hand out, placing it flat against his stomach.
“What?” I whisper. “I wasn’t done exploring.”
“Go to bed, Sloane.”
“Wait. You’re seriously planning to sleep?”
“What else do you do on a bed?”
“Things.”
“You’re a horny little thing, aren’t you?”
“Maybe.”
He kisses my forehead. “That’s great and all, but tonight… you’re sleeping.”
I pout, but a yawn slips out before I can argue. Traitorous body.
“See?” he murmurs. “I can’t maul a tired woman.”
“Your dick will put me to bed.”
“You know what else would?”
“What?”
“A lullaby.”
My head lifts. “You’re going to sing to me?”
“It’s a song I learned in the army.”
“The army? You served?”
“Mmhmm.”
And then, out of nowhere, he begins to sing.
The melody is low and strange. The language is familiar, but I can’t place it. Surprisingly, his deep voice is not as horrible as I expected it to be.
“What’s that language?” I whisper.
“Russian,” he says. “Learned it from a bunkmate. He said it reminded him of his daughter. See, his wife was Russian, she usually put their daughter to bed with the song. So before he slent be ing it every night. Drove the rest of us c.
But over time, it stuck.”
“You sing it now?”
“In remembrance of him.”
“He died?”
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Make It Stop Knox goes quiet.
“Happens,” he finally says.
“How?”
“We were captured.”
Before I can ask anything else, before I can prod the edges of that wound he just casually revealed, he starts singing again. Same melody. Same low hum of syllables I can’t quite make out.
I recognize the weight of grief when I hear it, though. It’s in the way his voice dips, then swells again-like he’s trying to keep it steady.
So I don’t interrupt.
I don’t speak.
I just lay there and let him sing.
Let the soft rumble of his chest against my cheek lull me into sleep.
My fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt.
I close my eyes and breathe him in. His arm curls around me, his thumb brushing lazy circles along my spine.
I don’t know what this is between us-this strange, magnetic thing. It’s not love, not yet. But it’s not lust anymore either.
It’s terrifying.
I fall asleep like that-pressed against his body, surrounded by Russian lullabies and quiet grief, and thoughts I don’t have names for.
Thoughts like: I’ve never felt safer in my life.
And I don’t think I ever want to leave.
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