EVA'S POV
Clark’s words hung in the air like something forbidden, something dangerous, something I shouldn’t want…and yet felt myself wanting too much.
“I want to be with you.”
I sucked in a breath, stepping back instinctively, because the room suddenly felt too small, too hot, too intimate.
His presence filled every corner, every particle of air.
“Clark…” I whispered, forcing steadiness into my voice.
“You can’t be here.”
“I know,” he breathed but he didn’t move.
His eyes searched mine…they looked pleading, frustrated, exhausted, wanting.
I shook my head.
“Clark, you need to go back to your fiancée.”
The moment I said fiancée, something dark flickered in his eyes.
A muscle in his jaw ticked.
He stepped closer again.
“Don’t call her that right now,” he said quietly.
“But
