Hollis
I lock eyes with Eva. Tears shine in her green gaze. That, I can handle. But the pained pinch of her eyebrows when Candace picks her head up is too damn much.
“This isn’t what it looks like.” I yank back from Candace without a second f*****g thought.
Eva’s gaze drops to my c**k, standing at attention, glistening with both of our juices.
Shit.
“I can explain.” Candace straightens, fumbling to stuff her ice-covered breasts back into her corset.
Finally, Eva’s gaze trails to the snowflake-shaped bite on Candace’s collarbone. She makes a small, soft, punched-out noise.
This can’t be f*****g happening.
“Plea—”
Eva shifts and sprints away before I can even finish the word.
I feel like someone scooped out my guts and dumped them on the grass in front of me. I feel like a prisoner
