Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 259

Clara opened her mouth but found herself at a loss for words.

When she first met him, she was swept away by the torrent of emotions that radiated from him-love, resentment, anger, sorrow. It was this intensity that stopped her from walking away. Her boundaries softened, and before she knew it, they were involved in a relationship.

The more she got to know him, the more she felt for him, and her boundaries kept shifting.

"Z," she whispered.

He didn't want to hear it. He pulled her close, a storm of emotions raging between them.

Afterward, Clara heard him murmur, his voice hoarse and raw.

"That's why I don't want you to see this side of me."

With that, he opened the car door, slammed it shut, and left.

Clara lay in the backseat, watching his figure fade into the distance. He didn't even bother to clean up this time; he must be really upset.

Slowly, she sat up, her mind still spinning from the intensity of their encounter.

the tissues beside her, cleaning up in silence, and in that

of a line from a

barren streets, the despair of sunsets, the moon of desolate fields, I offer you a soul gazing long at the solitary moon, I offer you loyalty

the car's trash bin. She got it, but carrying on like this was just too

adult world, love can't be the only thing. Relying on someone entirely is a

she might end up hurting

dragged herself home, washed up quickly, and collapsed into

sleep was elusive. She dreamt of a hot spring under the night sky, clinging

her softly if she knew who he

the steam, her cheeks

dream self said, but

nothing but

teeth. As she climbed into her car, she saw a text

"I'm sorry."

softened again. She didn't know why,

are funny that way, easily swayed by emotions that

even consider a break to cool off. But knowing he was awake at three, sending such a message,

still had some life

immediately. Instead, she drove