Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 204

Clara's instincts were on high alert as she suddenly stood up, ready to make a quick exit. But with the room shrouded in darkness, she had no clue where the

door was.

The man wrapped his arms around her from behind, his chin resting lightly on her shoulder. His voice was calm, but there was a faint hint of something like wounded pride. "Did I make you uncomfortable?"

Her back went rigid, and she pressed her lips into a thin line. "Not really, it's just... we're not exactly close, and this feels a bit..."

"You really yanked on my hair earlier, it hurt."

Clara went quiet, feeling the urge to just drop to her knees and beg him to stop talking.

Today's mishap was just a tiny blip. Once she stepped out of this room, it would be best if they both just forgot it ever happened. There had to be something in whatever he gave her earlier that clouded her judgment, making it easy for him to kiss her for what seemed like hours.

Well, it all started with her joking about wanting something unconventional, completely setting herself up for this mess.

hand and placed it on his face. Though she couldn't see him, the

come back next time. I've been waiting ages

she really booked him before? That couldn't be. Wasn't

grip tightened, and she could feel the weight of his breath, heavy and

pang in her chest. She could never shake off her habit

leg injury. And now,

pried his hands from her waist, like it was a slow-motion tug-of-war. Eventually, he seemed to give

heavy, as if this half-baked encounter painted her as the

adjusted her dress, not saying a word, and

felt like forever, the tension got to her, and she promised, "You can drop

winter giving way to spring. He grabbed her

now, with no lingering ties to Simon or anyone else. Spending a bit

"Yeah."