Chapter 200 Rooftop Promises

• The room still smelled like them — heady, warm, a mix of his skin and hers that wrapped around Knox like a claim.
• He lay half on his back, one arm under his head, the other wrapped tight around her waist. Her thigh hooked over his hip, bare skin pressed to his, her hair a damp tangle across his chest. Every time she breathed, he felt it against his ribs, steady and alive.
• For the first time in too damn long, she wasn’t in someone else’s hands. She was in his. And nothing, no one, was going to change that again.