FORBIDDEN AFFAIR WITH THE BIKER I CAN'T HAVE
ELARA’S POV
When I opened the bathroom door, steam billowing out around me, I froze.
Knox sat on my bed.
Just sitting there like it was the most natural thing in the world, his back against the headboard, boots kicked off, my new romance novel…the one I’d started yesterday…open in his hands.
He looked up when I appeared, his eyes tracking over my face, my damp hair, the oversized shirt that hung to mid-thigh.
“Happy birthday, princess,” he said quietly.