KEIRA’S POV
As soon as I let myself into my apartment, I marched into my room and threw myself on my bed. My heart ached, but why? Why did I feel this pang in my chest?
No, this was not the emotion I ought to feel. I was supposed to be enraged and angry. Clint had just turned me down and refused to have s*x with me. That is enough to make me mad. I did feel rage when I stormed out of his house, but that heightened anger was nowhere to be found again.
The anger I felt earlier was now replaced with a wistful sadness, a solemn feeling that left my heart empty. What could I do to get rid of this feeling? I kicked my heels off and curled up into a foetal position.
My heart felt like it had been hammered and was now falling apart in tiny pieces. My body still tingled. The places he had touch
