Eve's POV.
The door clicked softly behind me, the faint echo of the latch a reminder that once I stepped inside, there was no turning back. I barely had time to set my handbag on the small table by the door before Zack’s voice floated from the living room, low and tense.
“I wanted to make sure you came inside safely,” he said, stepping closer, the distance between us closing faster than I expected. His presence was overwhelming, commanding, and intoxicating all at once. I crossed my arms over my chest instinctively, trying to hold myself together. The scent of his cologne, mingled faintly with the trace of alcohol on his breath, hit me instantly. My stomach flipped.
“I’m fine,” I said, trying for a casual tone, though my voice trembled slightly. Sarcasm and defensiveness masked the flu
