Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 126

However, she couldn't really say anything now; she was already inside, and it would seem overly dramatic to back out. She turned on the shower, and as the warm water streamed over her, she finally felt some comfort. But she was in Dylan's bathroom and didn't dare linger. She finished her shower in ten minutes and wrapped herself snugly in a towel.

Only then did it hit her that she had nothing to wear underneath. There was no way she could just stroll out like that. Clutching the corner of the towel tightly, she hesitated for a good ten minutes, unable to gather the courage to open the bathroom door.

Then Dylan's voice broke through the silence. "Why aren't you coming out?"

The water had stopped ages ago, and she stayed frozen by the door. After what felt like forever, she finally cracked the door open just a bit. "Mr. Dylan, where am I sleeping tonight?"

Her cheeks were rosy from the bathroom's heat, her eyes a bit misty, and though she had quickly blow-dried her hair, it still carried a hint of dampness. Dylan didn't look directly at her. He gave a quick glance her way and then looked away. Clara thought he hadn't heard her, so she repeated, "Where am I sleeping?"

By now, Dylan had his back to her and pointed toward the sofa.

couldn't use the guest room, but she's kinda scared. She wondered if Dylan really believed she was his personal sleep aid. If that was

herself to feel some sense of security. Dylan stood up from his wheelchair, grabbed

surreal. How had she ended up sharing

it would look

Pet

unusually long time in the bathroom tonight. She'd seen him shower before he was usually quick.

wrapped in her towel, Clara approached the

the door swung open from the inside. Dylan

a flush, his

hand, suspended

retreat in

on his chest. When