Stitches

Clara

I ripped myself backward. My bare heels skidded on the wet marble as I scrambled away from the scorching heat of the man I used to love.

"What are you doing in here?" The words tore out of me, loud and frantic. Was this some twisted attempt at a reconciliation? "How dare you—"

"Clara." His rough bark cut through the steam, laced with genuine shock. "What the hell are you doing in my bedr