CLARA’S POV
I stood in front of Edward’s door, trembling, debating whether to turn around and disappear.
But my conscience wouldn’t let me.
After my shower, I had tossed and turned for nearly an hour, unable to shake the feeling of guilt from our earlier conversation. It gnawed at me, growing stronger the more I tried to ignore it. Eventually, I gave up, climbed out of bed, and found myself here.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep until I said something to him for my outburst. A word of apology, maybe?
Taking a deep breath, I knocked and waited. I got no response.
I knocked again and still no response.
I raised my hand to try again when the door suddenly swung open, Edward stepping out.
He stood there in nothing but a pair of low waisted trousers, my eyes roaming his chiseled ch
