Ophelia’s POV:
His gaze burned into me. I felt exposed, even as I reached down and snagged the hoodie from the floor. I pulled the fabric over my head in a frantic rush, seeking the safety of the heavy material.
He didn't stop me. He didn't even reach out. He just sat on the edge of the bed, watching me with an intensity that made my skin prickle.
I didn’t get it. I truly, fundamentally didn’t get him. At first, he’d been consumed by a rage because I was wearing another man’s hoodie. Then, he’d turned around and claimed me with a ferocity that bordered on desperation, only to look at me now with eyes that seemed clouded by horror.
It was the look of a man who realized he’d made a mistake.
A thick, painful lump formed in my throat, and it hurt just to swallow. I wanted to scream, to as
