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.

silence while he took her hand and placed it on his face. Though she couldn't see him,

you'd come back next time. I've

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

could feel the

in her chest. She could never shake off her habit of trying to save those she thought needed

office, she couldn't bear to see him defeated by his leg injury. And now, in this strange situation, she didn't want to leave this

pried his hands from her waist, like it was

if this half-baked encounter painted her as

not saying a word, and he was silent

her, and

like winter giving way to spring. He grabbed her hand again, seeking

with no lingering ties to Simon or anyone else. Spending a bit of her

"Yeah."