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 sound

mess, and for a split second, she thought maybe staying in this darkness

was still going, he got even more playful, determined to make her

hit her, making her body

"Ugh... stop."

pulled her close, gently

leaned into him, catching her breath,

did love his scent, something only he had, a light, elegant

through the phone, now sounding eerily

and she finally grabbed her phone, which had somehow

light to see him clearly, but he

naturally carried

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

voice, he realized how absurd he'd

surged through him,

found someone else? Clara,

my boyfriend. I'm hanging up now; I've got things

desperate to hurl the harshest words he could think

lying

face darkened as she took a deep breath.

"Clara!"