I yank out of his grip and continue walking without a backward glance.

Knox Bishop will pay for that one.

Another hour passes, and I successfully give Kane my full attention, making sure to keep my head clear. I don’t glance at Knox and his annoying dates. I swear he gets off on fucking with me.

“Are you ready to head out?” Kane asks, squeezing my thigh. He’s had his hand on it since I came back from the bathroom, and I haven’t wanted to push it off. I love his touch, even if I feel guilty as hell that Knox’s hands were just on me. I should’ve pushed him away sooner or not given him a chance to talk. He spends days ghosting me and then thinks he can just appear back in my life like nothing happened.

“Yep!” I say. The bar has slightly cleared out, so Knox can see me. I make sure my chair loudly scrapes along the floor as I stand so he can watch me leave with Kane.

He interlocks his fingers with mine, and I stay close while he closes our tab. Then we make our rounds to say goodbye to everyone still there.

My nerves surface when we get to his house. I’ve been thinking about kissing him for hours. We haven’t since our movie night, and I need to see how my body reacts to him. That first kiss felt like fireworks in my stomach, but ever since Knox has led me on, my head and heart haven’t been in agreement.

“You wanna find something on Netflix, or you wanna go to bed?” he asks, grabbing the blanket I always use when I stay. His couch is too small for him to sleep on, so I don’t mind it. I’d feel guilty taking his bed anyway.

“We can watch something,” I say, grabbing the remote and handing it to him. “I might pass out before it ends, though.”

We settle next to each other as he clicks on one we’ve watched a dozen times. It’s our comfort since we don’t need to pay attention.

“I had a really good time tonight,” I admit, leaning closer to him. “Thanks for takin’ me out.”

His arm is wrapped around my shoulders, and he pulls me tighter against him. “I wish I would’ve grown the balls to ask ya out sooner.”

I chuckle, then he softly brushes his lips against mine. Tangling a hand through his hair, I melt into the kiss, gliding my tongue with his. While it grows deeper and more heated, my pussy tingles with need and desire. As if he can read my mind, he shifts and pulls me onto his lap. His hands go to my ass, and I grind against him while straddling him.