Evelyn lay stiffly on the couch, staring at the ceiling. The dim glow of the moon cast soft shadows across the room, but it did nothing to ease the restlessness buzzing under her skin. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions—anger, frustration, and something else she couldn’t quite name. Something that made her chest ache and her throat tighten.
She could still hear Hunter moving around in the bedroom, could picture him sprawled across the bed like he belonged there, like he owned the space—like he owned her. The thought made her jaw clench. *No. He doesn’t get to affect me anymore.*
But that was a lie, wasn’t it? Because no matter how much she wanted to deny it, the past still lingered between them, thick and suffocating. It was in the way he looked at her, the way his voice carried that
