Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 252

He could tell what she was getting at, so he eased up, gently cleaning her off. "I just love being with you like this."

Clara was completely spent, feeling his kisses travel from her toes upward, making her instinctively scoot back a bit.

"That's just... not right."

Who goes in for a kiss after everything's done?

But he was already diving in.

Clara turned her head away, every little sound seemed to echo in the quiet room.

Right then, her phone started ringing. She had no desire to answer it, nor the energy to reach for it.

She wanted to push him away, but he was way too strong.

The ringtone kept going, and she didn't even know how she accidentally hit the answer button. Simon's voice came through the line.

"Clara, where are you? I've been ringing your doorbell for ages and no one's answering. About the car accident..."

Clara wasn't really listening; the call was a slip-up. She wanted to hang up but her fingers felt like jelly, refusing to cooperate.

Her toes curled, pressing against Z's shoulder.

every

maybe staying in

call was still going, he got even more playful, determined

of clarity hit her,

"Ugh... stop."

her close, gently patting her

leaned into him, catching her breath, her face flushed and

something only

the phone, now sounding eerily cold. "Clara, what

fog in Clara's mind cleared, and she finally grabbed her phone, which had somehow been

but he seemed to

carried over to

he'd been hit by a bolt of lightning. He'd sensed something was off when he heard those sounds but thought he was

hearing a stranger's voice, he realized how absurd he'd

surged through

else? Clara, how could

frowning. "He's my boyfriend. I'm hanging up now; I've

was desperate to hurl

lying there while he's all over

deep breath. "Yes, but

"Clara!"