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.

the dark, every sound seemed

second, she thought maybe staying in this darkness with him wasn't so bad. They

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

flash of clarity hit her, making her body shiver

"Ugh... stop."

pulled her close,

him, catching her

love his scent, something only he

phone, now sounding eerily cold. "Clara,

she finally grabbed her phone,

almost unrecognizable. She tried to use the dim light to see him clearly, but he seemed to catch on, pulling her into his

naturally carried

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

a stranger's voice, he realized how

through

Clara, how could

noise unbearable, frowning. "He's my boyfriend.

jealousy, was desperate to hurl

doing, lying there while he's all over

a deep breath. "Yes, but that's none of your

"Clara!"