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She might not know it yet, but this is where they belong. Here. With me.
CHAPTER 18
HAVEN
My palms are sweating. That’s how nervous I am right now. I’ve been in my room at Knox’s house for over an hour, pretending like I’ll be sleeping sometime soon. I won’t be.
I’m not under any illusion that I’ll be able to fall asleep.
Not with the knowledge that Knox is only in the room next door to mine.
After checking on Wilde for, at least, the tenth time, I’ve accepted he’s sleeping soundly. The little smile on his face tells me he’s content right where he is.
It’s not like I can really blame him. Knox put a lot of thought and effort into putting Wilde’s room together. Not only can he draw on the walls, which is cool enough on its own, but everything in the room was chosen with my son in mind. The bed is almost too big for him, but it leaves him plenty of room to grow into it. The art on the walls is a collection of art we saw at the museum only a few weeks ago.
The best part about the room is it’s not only about art. There are games, toys, and stuffed animals which are perfect for a kid his age. Wilde could be occupied in there for hours.
When I saw it, I couldn’t stop a few tears from escaping.Thankfully, Wilde didn’t notice because he was focused on taking everything in. Knox noticed though. Instead of saying anything, he just wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me against his side.
Now the only thing I want to do is slip out of my room and walk into his. Sure, part of the reason is because my body is buzzing with need for him, something I’ve only ever experienced around Knox, but it’s more than that as well.
I want to go to sleep curled up next to him with my head on his chest. I want to feel the way his arms wrap around me and hold me safely no matter what demons reach for me from the shadows. I want to wake up with his front pressed up against my back, his body curled around mine like he can’t stand the thought of letting me go.
Knox made it very clear that his door is always open to me, and Wilde, if we need him. But can I just walk in there and climb into his bed? I’m fairly sure he wouldn’t mind. Am I ready for that? For all of him?
Because if I slide into bed with him then there will be no turning back. Not with the way the man looks at me with hunger and need.
Today was exactly what we needed. I’ve been twisted up in knots ever since I accepted his invitation to move in. But today the only thing we had to do was settle in, unpack, and relax. I could feel Wilde relaxing more and more as time passed.
And then he fell asleep without a care in the world. While I’m over here completely unsure if I’ll ever be able to get to sleep.
Don’t get me wrong, the guest room Knox put together for me is nice. It has everything I need and there is not a damn thing I have to complain about.
But it feels wrong, like this isn’t the room I should be in.
After standing up again, I make my way to the door and peek out. Wilde’s door is cracked open just the way I left it the last time I checked on him. Then there’s Knox’s door. It’s open much more than a crack.
I swear the way his door is open makes it look like an invitation. At least it’s what my horny mind sees when I look at it.
And, fuck, I am horny.
It’s not something I’ve ever experienced before, not like this. I know the only reason it feels so all-consuming is because of Knox. I don’t want just anyone. I want him.
A burst of confidence has me leaving my room and shuffling toward Knox’s door. It only takes a few moments, but every step feels like I’m traversing a huge distance. I’m aware of what will happen, what I’m admitting by entering his room.
And I don’t want to deny myself any longer.
I don’t just want him. I need him.
My footfalls are soft and silent as I walk into his room and pull the door gently closed behind me. Knox is sitting up against his headboard, his tablet in his lap while soft light comes from the lamp on the nightstand next to him. His head snaps up the moment the door clicks closed.
“Haven,” he rasps as his fingers tighten on his tablet, “is everything okay?”
Even though he tries to keep his voice steady and even, I can hear the strain in it. He’s holding back because he doesn’t want to scare me. And, fuck, it makes me fall even deeper for this man.
My man.
I clear my throat and force my feet to take a few steps closer to him without closing the distance completely. “The room you’ve set up for me is great,” my voice is far huskier than it normally is, and I swallow hard to try and combat how dry my mouth has become.
