Page 112 of Bad Wolf

I nod. “Do you know I sang The Lonely for a whole year? It’s hard to find a song to end on. It’s kinda my fault because Barry heard me singing along to it and that was that.”

A full-body shudder runs through me. “When I spotted you out there that night, I was a nervous wreck. I honestly don’t know how I got through it.”

“I was totally fucked after that.”

“I’m never singing that song again, as long as live.”

“Yeah, not gonna lie, I don’t ever want to listen to that song again. I’d love to hear you sing something different though.” He shifts in his seat, “and I’d really fucking love it if you’d dance for me one night.”

“You want a personal performance, huh?”

“Yes. Very personal. Did you bring any of your costumes with you?”

“One. My favorite.”

“It’s not the black feathery—”

“No. That one I left behind. This is one you haven’t seen.”

His eyes flare and he pins his bottom lip with his teeth, nodding. He drags our clasped hands over the bulge in his pants. “Oh yeah, I want to see it then.”

I take a steadying breath and reach for my drink. He does the same. Anything to douse this perpetual heat I’m always feeling when I’m around him.

Lust. Need. Want. It’s all there. An all-consuming desire that surges through my veins whenever he’s around.

And don’t even get me started on how deeply I love this human being.

From the depths of my soul, I love him.

I blink the room back into focus just as another round of applause starts up and clap along, leaning into Knox again,

“I kinda miss singing.”

“Baby, you can sing to me whenever you want. Or maybe you could like, find a band to join or something.”

I shake my head, “Nah, but maybe you could get me a karaoke machine for Christmas?”

He nods his agreement, reaching for the water in front of him and cracking the seal, bringing the bottle to his lips.

“On the drive up here, I didn’t stop until my throat hurt. It was just me, the Demon, the open road.”

“About that…” he says, placing his bottle of water back down.

“I hate that you drove so far by yourself. What if you’d have gotten tired? What if something had happened to you? Or someone tried to take the car from you? I’d have never forgiven Casey. Still can’t believe you did it, or that he thought it was a good idea. It’s so not like him.”

“I was lost Knox, I think your siblings could see that.”

He nods, takes my hand and touches my lips with his. “You’re found now.”

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Knox performs not one but two more songs after that. “Pour Some Sugar On Me” goes exactly as you’d expect. His hands snake over his abs, the teal shirt he’s wearing might as well be nonexistent.

As the night goes on, the bar gets louder and the renditions get sloppier.

Casey asks Anna no less than five times if she wants to leave, but she shoos him away, telling him she’s feeling great and to just have fun.

Watching him flash their sonogram picture around, the pride and awe that shines in his eyes is a sight to behold.

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