EVA'S POV
My heart raced so badly that I was scared it would jump out of my chest.
For a few seconds, I just lay there staring at the ceiling, trying to understand why my chest felt tight and why my lips still burned.
Clark.
The kiss.
My body jerked upright as the memory came crashing down on me like a wave I wasn’t ready for.
The way his hand had held my face…the way I had leaned into him instead of pulling away.
The way my heart had betrayed me so easily.
“Oh God…” I whispered, pressing my palm against my mouth.
I swung my legs off the bed and stood up, pacing the room like a mad woman.
My mind was noisy, crowded with questions that had no answers.
Why did I kiss him?
Why didn’t he stop me?
Did he even remember? Of course he remembered….I was the drunk one.
The thought
