CLARK'S POV
The moment Eva walked out of my office, I exhaled like I had been holding my breath for hours.
Then I ran my hand through my hair.
Once…twice..and again.
Frustration burned under my skin.
She had stood there in front of me looking like temptation wrapped in confidence, and it had taken every ounce of control I had not to pull her into my arms and forget every promise I had made.
I wanted her.
God, I wanted her so badly.
When she said she came to “clear the air,” I knew exactly what she meant.
I knew she remembered the kiss..i remembered it too..every second of it.
The way her fingers had gripped my shirt.
The way she melted into me before I forced myself to stop.
And when I told her nothing happened, I saw the hurt flash in her eyes.
It almost broke me.
But I co
