Page 25 of The Perfect Spiral
I looked up to find Knox’s gaze on me. We locked eyes before he smirked at me. “Sure, you ladies can! Anything for my fans.” Ugh, keep it in your pants, Knox.
I don’t know what possessed me to look up, but I was regretting it now. As he slowly stood up, one of the girls handed me her phone and smiled at me. How annoying.
I took her phone and positioned myself to take the picture. They were all cozying up to him, their breasts pressed against his sides, their hands dangerously close to the waistband of his gym shorts.
My eyes followed their hands, and I looked up to see that cocky grin spread across his face. I rolled my eyes and lifted the phone to take the picture.
“Ready?” I asked. They plastered their fake smiles on and nodded in unison. Knox stood there like Hugh Hefner, his hands relaxed on the girls’ shoulders on each side of him.
“Okay, say ‘desperate’.” Well, I didn’t say that out loud, but I wanted to! I took two pictures and returned the phone to the girl.
I sat down to enjoy more of my shake. Knox was still standing, chatting with the girls. They were asking for individual selfiesand pictures now.
When they were done, he sat back down. “Nice meeting you ladies, have a good one!” They all giggled, and then the blonde and brunette returned, each giving him a piece of paper.
“You’re much hotter in person! I was obsessed with your GQ cover last month! You looked incredible! Obviously hitting the gym, so here are our numbers! Oh, and we don’t just do pictures together!” She winked at Knox before they all sauntered out the door.
Such classy girls! They’d do pretty much anything to get with an athlete! Knox caught my gaze, and I tried hard not to smirk but failed miserably. I raised an eyebrow at him. This was such a standard situation! He’d have called them by the end of the day!
Guess Kyle wouldn’t be the only one to have a threesome in the past twenty-four hours! Lifting the paper between his fingers, he pointed it at Kyle and, to my surprise, asked, “You want it?”
Kyle was surprised too but shook his head no. He must really like Andy? But last night wasn’t really an indication either!
He turned his gaze back to me. I had a confused look on my face, and he mouthed “what?” at me.
Shaking my head, I mouthed back “nothing.” I forced my eyes back to my phone. After a few seconds, when I was sure he wouldn’t be looking, I glanced back up at him.
To my surprise, he was still staring at me. He gave me a lopsided smile and took another sip of his shake, his eyes dropping to his own phone. I don’t know why, but I smiled a little at this.
What just happened? On our way out, he tossed the numbers in the trash, and we raced each other home. I won, but I knew they let me. They think I can’t beat them in a real race, or they’re too scared to find out?
We got home, and I took a shower, which was heavenly. The hot water trickling down my body, washing my hair, the clean feeling it left on my skin—it was just what the doctor ordered. After drying off, I changed into leggings and a baggy jumper.
I dragged my suitcases out to the hallway, where Kyle took them downstairs to the trunk with ease, just like Wes. Wes! I’d forgotten about him the whole time I was here! I can’t wait to see him!
“Wes will pick you up at the airport tomorrow morning at four, okay?”
I nodded, making my way to the car where Kyle was waiting to drive me to the airport. As I slid into the passenger seat and reached for my seatbelt, I noticed Knox bounding out the door towards us.
“You’re coming too?” I groaned, a hint of surprise in my voice.
He nodded, a playful smile on his face. “Gotta say bye to my baby girl,” he winked at me through the rearview mirror.
The car ride was surprisingly enjoyable. We cranked up the music and sang at the top of our lungs, just like old times. I had missed this, even if it was with these two.
We pulled up to the drop-off area, and Knox darted around to the trunk to grab my bags. Kyle, ever the gentleman, went to fetch a trolley, insisting it would be a challenge to navigate two bags through the bustling airport.
My bags were set down on the ground, but Kyle was nowhere in sight. Probably got lost, I thought. I turned to see Knox standing there, hands awkwardly stuffed in his pockets.
“Thanks,” I said, offering him a small smile. But where was Kyle?Just as I was about to turn around, an arm pulled me close.
I looked up to find Knox’s eyes locked on mine. His proximity was making me feel strange, and I didn’t like it. I tried to put some distance between us, but his arms only tightened around me.
“I’ll miss my baby doll,” he whispered, his minty breath making my heart flutter. “Am I going to see you this Christmas in New York?” he asked, still holding me close.
I nodded, unable to trust my voice. What the hell was happening to me?
“Good! Because I was so angry at you for not coming last Christmas!” he chuckled, the low rumble of his laughter resonating against my chest.
