CLARK’S POV
For a full second, I stood still just staring at her.
Eva.
In a hotel robe too big for her.
Barefoot.
Eyes soft with worry and something that looked like fear or maybe longing.
And her voice…
“I can’t sleep.”
It hit something deep and unguarded inside me.
I opened the door wider.
“Come in.”
She stepped inside slowly, like she wasn’t sure if she was allowed.
She shouldn’t be allowed but I closed the door anyway.
Her fingers tugged nervously at the robe belt and she wouldn’t look at me.
I took a slow breath.
“Nightmares?”
“A little.”
“What else?” I asked as she hesitated.
Her chest rose and fell quicker.
“I don’t… I don’t like being alone in a strange place,” she finally whispered.
“It makes my mind noisy.”
Her voice cracked on the last word.
And that was
