Lottie POV
Stretching out on Knox's large bed, my head softly pounding from the insane amount of alcohol we had consumed last night before we had passed out in a heap of sweaty limbs and lovers' lips. My finger reached under the plump pillow, and I smirked as they collided with the warmth that could have only been a body.
"Knox!" I whispered to Sage, who moaned in agreement. Opening my eyes, I smirked, realising I was right and the body I had groped was, in fact, the tattooed and ripped body of Knox.
"How did you know?" Sage asked, her tone laced with amusement that made me roll my eyes. For days, she had been dropping hints that I had ignored but understood perfectly well. She believed they were our mates. But she was wrong; I would feel more than just an overwhelming need to drop to m
