Chapter twenty five Surveillance

Knox’s POV

I stood in the hallway, watching Melissa’s beautiful curves disappear through the grand doors of the festival hall.

The mere sight of her walking away stirred something deep in my chest—a feeling of longing and frustration. I wanted to follow her, to keep talking, to fix the mess that was our relationship. But I knew better. I knew Melissa wouldn’t let me in, not now, maybe not ever.

That chapter of our relationship was closed.

My fists clenched at my sides, and I let out a long, slow breath, trying to calm the tumult of emotions swirling inside me. If Susie found out I even thought about following Melissa, she’d probably scratch my eyes out. But it wasn’t just Susie.

It was also the fact that Melissa had made it clear where she stood. She was trying to move forward, and so was I—or at least, I was trying to convince myself that I could.

After a moment of standing there, stuck in my mess of thoughts, I decided it was best to retire for the night. I headed back to my quarter