CLARK’S POV
I stood outside Eva’s apartment longer than I should have.
The lights inside were on.
The curtains were not fully drawn.
I shouldn’t have looked.
At that moment, the only thing I could see was red.
I tightened my knuckles as I saw his lips moving around her shoulders as she threw her head back enjoying every bit of what she was doing.
He laughed at something she said, leaning in like he belonged there.
His hand rested on the back of the couch, dangerously close to her shoulder.
Eva didn’t pull away…she didn’t move closer either, but it didn’t matter.
Something dark twisted in my chest.
I had told myself I would talk.
I had told myself I would stay calm.
That promise shattered the moment I saw him reach for her panties.
I don’t remember walking to the door.
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