Knox stiffens as you place your hands on each of his pectorals, his muscles tensing underneath you.

He sighs, his hands traveling to your waist, and up your back.

His glare softens slightly, the frown still sitting up on his face.

Before you have the chance to wrap your legs around his waist, he carries you over to your bed, setting you down and walking away.

His glare hardens again. "You need some rest. Goodnight."

He places his hand on the doorknob.