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“Don’t let him get in your head. He lives for that shit.”
I watch him walk over to me, and my heart rate immediately picks up. Since when does Clark affect me like this?
“That’s easier said than done,” I mumble, looking down at my feet.
I see Clark’s shoes, he’s clearly standing directly in front of me, and he hooks his fingers under my chin, forcing me to look up at him.
“You’re too good for him. You’re too good for your mother, too. Fuck, you’re too good for this whole damn town. Get the fuck out of here and don’t look back. Don’t let it suck you in,” he says, like he’s speaking from experience.
I swallow the lump in my throat as his eyes graze over my face.
“That’s the plan,” I say quietly.
“Marley…” I hear my brother’s voice from the hallway.
Clark pulls away, walking back across the room just as Mitch walks in. He looks between the two of us, before his eyes land on me, his eyebrows scrunched.
“Are you okay? What’s going on?” he asks, looking back and forth between me and Clark.
“I heard an argument and came in to make sure she was okay,” Clark lies.
The lie falls from his lips so easily that if I weren’t for what just happened, even I’d believe him.
“What happened?” Mitch asks, looking back to me.
“I just had an encounter with Spencer. It’s no big deal,” I say, waving him off.
“What the fuck did he say?” Mitch asks.
“Just the usual. How awful it is to have two kids that do nothing but fuck up.” I sigh.
“Fuck him,” Mitch says.
I don’t respond, because what else is there to say?
“You sure you’re okay?” he asks.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. He’ll be gone soon, and this will just be another memory.”
“I need to run some errands, want to come?” Mitch asks Clark.
They both leave the room, deep in conversation, and I breathe a huge sigh of relief to be alone again. Dealing with my father, or even my mother, for that matter, is always mentally draining for me.
I decide a hot bath is just what I need to wind down, so I draw one as I gather my clothes. Delaney gave me a pair of her favorite silk pajamas, and I’ve been dying to wear them. They’re red, and the top is a crop top with thin straps. The shorts are tiny and perfect for bed. It has a matching robe. She claimed she accidentally bought two pairs, but I know she bought them for me, because she loves spoiling people.
Once I’m out of the bath and dressed, I decide to head downstairs for a drink before I try to sleep. The house is eerily quiet. The guys must still be gone, which is good news for me, because Mitch would make me come right back upstairs and change if he saw me right now.
The kitchen is dark, aside from a few lights that are attached to the backsplash on the counters. I bend down, reaching into the fridge for a bottle of water. I feel someone approaching me, so I stand up, my back stiffening.
“What are you doing, Mar?” Clark’s hot breath hits the back of my neck.
I close my eyes, taking a few deep breaths, trying to calm down my traitorous body.
“What does it look like?” I ask, turning around, coming face to face with him.
He’s shirtless, his dark sweatpants hanging low on his waist. My robe falls off my shoulder slightly, and he runs his finger along my bare shoulder before pulling it back up. My breath hitches at the skin-to-skin contact.
“You and that mouth,” he says, grinning.
