The sound of a shower woke me up from the deep slumber that Knox's earnest attention had gently coerced me into. I woke up, my eyes taking in the room. There was a tray of food covered on the small bedside drawer, a single fresh lily, and the scent of vanilla shower gel sepeing through.

I got out of bed and opened the tray. Unmixed cereal, fruit juice, and pancakes on a separate plate. My heart clenched tight around itself, memories of last night flooding me.

The way he had held on to me like ...