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.

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

over herself to feel some sense of security.

the water running inside, Clara felt a bit surreal. How had she ended up sharing a room with Dylan again? A single man and woman

out, it would look

Pet

tonight, Dylan was spending an unusually long time in the

towel, Clara approached the bathroom door. Just as

her hand to knock, the door swung

his hair slightly damp,

hand, suspended

retreat in time and

his chest. When