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Watching her unravel was hands down the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my thirty-two years of living. And it was at that moment I realized that I’d never wanted anyone half as much as I wanted Nina. No, scratch that—Ineededto have her.

It was the only thought on my mind when Nina suddenly went limp on the bed. Then, as if something whispered in her ear that she wasn't alone, her head snapped to the door, and I almost jumped out of my skin.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I backed away from the door a few steps before making a run for it.Shit.She wasn’t supposed to see me. What was I thinking standing there for as long as I did?Fuck.

In my room, I shut the door, falling onto the edge of the bed with a disappointed sigh. Shame finally made an appearance, albeit too late. I held my head in my hands, bent over my knees, feeling like the biggest pervert on earth.

What was happening to me? Ever since I moved into this apartment, it was like I’d lost control of my inhibitions. First, it was the constant childish bickering with Nina, then it waslusting after her like a fucking pubescent boy. And now I’d turned into a disgusting voyeur, watching her pleasure herself. I usually had more control over myself. What was I turning into?

I looked down. My dick was still hard as a rock. Angry breaths puffed out of my lips. Fucking hell. I was acting like it was my first time seeing a naked woman.

If Nina woke up in the morning and threw me out on my ass, I would totally understand.Iwould throw myself out.

Irate, I slipped into bed, laid on my back and stared at the ceiling. My erection protruded angrily, as if making a statement, demanding release. I ignored it; the both of us had been very bad boys tonight.

We deserved to be punished and if my comeuppance was shame, then his would be torture.

Chapter eleven

Nina

I’ve never felt so much humiliation in my entire life.

My eyes remained wide open through the night, and my mind a mess of interconnected thoughts.

Knox had seen me—he saw everything.

How long had he been standing there?

Why hadn’t he said anything?

And the look in his eyes…

I grimaced as the image flooded my mind again. Dark and enthralling and agape. He must have been mortified. Oh, God. No wonder he ran off like the hounds of hell were trying toeat him. It must have been the most scandalous thing he’d ever witnessed.

My God, I was a wanton. But in my defense, it was all Knox’s fault. I was ovulating, and he was hot as fuck, wearing those compression shirts around the house and teasing my poor ovaries. I deserved a reprieve, didn’t I? Plus, he didn’t let me speak to one guy at the party last night. Cockblock.

Ugh. I threw the covers over my head and screamed. The thick material of my duvet muffled the sound. My cheeks had burned all night and now my face was hotter than a stove. I prayed for the earth to open up and swallow me because there was no way I could go out there and face him.

So I devised a plan: I would wait for him to go to work before coming out, after which I would make plans to move to Australia—I groaned. It was Saturday. I swear I had the worst luck. Why did all the bad things happen to me? I was a good person, truly.

By the time I finally mustered up the courage to leave my room, my stomach was rumbling, and my bladder was full. After listening for sounds and making certain the hallway was empty, I tiptoed to the bathroom to relieve myself, brush my teeth, and take a shower, internally feeling sorry for myself for being such a wuss.

Knox was the only one who made me act this way. He already thought I was a child, and I was desperate to prove him wrong, but how could I do that when situations like this popped up?There was no way he hadn’t realized that I was avoiding him. It was evening already.

I quickly soaped my body and washed my hair before practically bolting back to my room, just in case Knox decided to use the bathroom. I told myself that I was being ridiculous because eventually, I would have to face him, but it was easier said than done.

Ultimately, I listened to my own advice. After throwing on some loose pajama pants and a T-shirt, I tried not to think about the fact that I was trying to cover up my body as well as my shame. I left my room and walked cautiously to the living room. My breath was stuck in my throat as I looked around.

It was empty.

I hadn’t heard the front door open, so I knew Knox was in the apartment. That meant he was in his room.

“Thank God,” I heaved out, releasing the breath I was holding before making my way to the kitchen. But my body moved before my head did, and by the time my eyes caught up, it was too late to control my reaction.

“Ah!” I shrieked so suddenly my voice cracked, pinning my body flat against the wall. My heart banged loudly inside my ears as my eyes, frantically wide, focused on Knox’s large build, sitting at the other end of the four-seater dining table, gazing at me.

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