I walked the long hallways down to Eros's place, my shoulders fallen, my legs still damp from the lake. I could hear Knox still walking behind me despite my insistence for him to just go to his own room.

I didn't want Eros seeing us together, especially not after what happened.

We got to the front door, and my eyes searched for the clock. It was a few minutes after eight.

I swallowed hard, then turned. Knox stopped, his hands going behind him, his eyes wide.

"Sorry," he ...