CALHOUN’S POV .
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
Her voice barely reached me.
I was still standing there, staring at her like I hadn’t blinked in minutes. My chest rose and fell slowly, but the storm inside me was anything but calm.
All I could see was the image burned into my mind.
Jeremy’s hands on her.
His mouth on hers.
The way she hadn’t pushed him away.
The way she kissed him back.
My jaw tightened until it hurt.
I am not a violent man.
I had never been the kind of man who lost control.
But tonight…
Tonight something had snapped.
Tonight something inside me had turned ugly.
Her voice trembled again.
“Calhoun… what are you doing?”
I didn’t answer.
Because if I opened my mouth right then, the only thing that would come out was rage.
Instead, I turned away from he
