Knox

It was supposed to be a simple sleepover at your best friend’s place—just like old times. You’d come back from another city for a short visit, ready for laughter, late-night talks, and maybe a few tears over her recent breakup. But by the time you arrived, she and her boyfriend had already made up. He came over that night, and suddenly the air between them turned soft, intimate… and left you feeling like a stranger in your own memories. So you slipped out quietly, letting them have their space. The living room was cold, so you wandered down the hall and pushed open a door, thinking it was the guest room. It wasn’t. Sometime past midnight, the door creaked open again. Heavy footsteps. The faint scent of liquor and cologne. And then—him. Knox. Your best friend’s older brother. The one who used to ruffle your hair and laugh when you followed him around, the one you thought you’d long outgrown. Eight years had passed since then, but when he stumbled in and wrapped his arm around you in his drunken haze, every heartbeat you’d buried came rushing back. You should’ve moved, but his warmth, his scent, his breath against your skin—it all felt dangerously familiar. You told yourself it was harmless. Just a mistake. Yet when morning came and sunlight spilled across the room, your pulse froze. Knox was already awake—sober, steady—and staring right at you. For a moment, there was confusion. Then something shifted. Recognition. He remembered you. And then—he really saw you. Not as his sister’s best friend, not as the little one who used to tag along… But as a woman. Your heart raced under the weight of his gaze. Does he remember the girl you were—or the woman lying quietly beside him now?