Page 22 of Anyone But You
“Always.”
“I would’ve slammed that door shut like John Kramer did to Dr. Lawrence Gordon inSaw.”
“I expected nothing less,” Knox said, chuckling. “It was an amazing movie for its time—very original.”
“Eh, I was four when it was released.”
“That’s depressing to hear,” he muttered.
“Why?”
“I was 28 when it was released,” he admitted, cringing as he went down memory lane.
My overwhelming urge to call him a dirty old bastard for lusting after me was put on the back burner when a sudden thought came to me. “Hey, Knox?”
“Please don’t make fun of my age.”
“No, I’m being serious. Are you on any medication?”
“Besides a daily vitamin supplement? No. My last physical was three months ago, and I received a clean bill of health.”
“Thank God,” I murmured.
I don’t need this man dropping dead on me because he didn’t have his pressure medication.
“What about your vision? I’m assuming you don’t have spare contacts with you.”
“I’ll survive without them.”
“Are you guys ready?” Josh asked, ambling towards us.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I mumbled.
My eyes widened when Knox grabbed my hand and laced his fingers in mine.
“Wh—”
“I can’t have you running off.”
He’s just looking for an excuse to touch me. I should snatch my hand away, but who am I to deny him such a simple pleasure when he may never leave this island?
Knox
“I…I need to take a break,” Josh announced, groaning feebly as we searched for provisions.
I slapped at two mosquitoes on my forearm and grinned in triumph at the sight of the smeared blood and smashed insects. We’d been walking for nearly three hours, and I had to be covered in over one hundred mosquito bites. I was tired, sweaty, and itchy, and not in the mood for anyone’s bullshit.
“We just took a break ten minutes ago,” I said, throwing him an unimpressed glance over my shoulder.
“It doesn’t matter if it was ten or two minutes ago. I need a break.”
“No, we need to keep pressing forward.”
“Ramsey,” Victoria said.
She only calls me by my surname when there’s zero room for argument.
I relented.
