EVA'S POV
“Are you actually crazy?”
Christina pulled away from me and stared at my face like I had just confessed to murder.
“You can’t be serious, Eva,” she continued, her voice rising.
“You cannot keep going back and forth with Clark like this…one minute you’re angry, the next minute you’re kissing him…What exactly are you doing?”
I wiped my cheeks with the back of my hand, exhausted.
“I didn’t plan the kiss,” I muttered.
“That’s not the point!” Christina shot back.
“The point is you still feel something for him.”
I fell silent as the room suddenly felt too small.
“The kiss…” I began slowly,
“It triggered something…something I thought I had buried.”
Christina crossed her arms.
“Triggered what?”
“My feelings,” I whispered.
“They never really left.”
She closed her eye
