Chapter 15-Adrian
I should have walked away. But I didn’t.
I stood there, frozen, staring through the thin slit in the slightly open curtain as the scene unfolded right in front of me.
Her body on his lap. Her mouth on his. Her fingers in his hair. His hands on her waist, gripping what should be mine.
My Evelyn.
Did I have any right to be angry? Of course not. But since when did ‘right’ ever matter to me?
She was kissing him like he was everything. Like he was the only man she wanted. He wasn't. He never will be.
My breathing grew heavier. Every second I stayed, I could feel my control thinning. I could almost see myself storming in, dragging her away from him, marking her neck until she cried out my name.
My hand curled against the wall, knuckles whitening. My veins throbbed under
