Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 296

Clara bit her lip and gently placed her hand on his chest. The heat coming off his skin was intense, especially in the reddened areas, making her fingertips tremble a bit. Suddenly, Dylan's hand covered hers.

Clara's fingers instinctively curled, and she quickly brushed away any other thoughts that tried to creep in. "Move your hand, let me scratch it for you," she

said softly.

Dylan's eyes were locked onto her face. Noticing she avoided making eye contact and seemed a bit uneasy, a slow smile crept onto his lips. "Alright," he agreed.

As he moved his hand away, Clara's fingers began to softly scratch his skin. After a few moments, she asked, "Feel a bit better now?"

His breathing grew heavier. Clara could feel the body beneath her hand grow even hotter and more tense. Dylan remained silent, his lips a firm line.

his chest for quite a while. After about ten minutes, his eyelashes fluttered,

relief, about to ask if he felt any better, when her knee accidentally brushed against something hot and firm. She froze, her face instantly turning crimson as she quickly turned

legs were injured, not the rest of him, and such

daze, she felt a pair of warm hands slowly wrap around her waist. Even though she had a thin sheet

and scooted a bit further away, her voice low. "If you're feeling better, try to get some rest. Once the storm passes, someone

his hand lingered on her waist. Her waist was

breath, she sat up and tucked the blanket around him with a serious expression. "Mr. Dylan, I really don't have any other intentions towards you. I don't know if this is just instinct or what, but if you really need female company, once we're back in New York, Aiden and I can help find someone suitable for you, maybe even a

reading her sincerity. She truly

Clara felt a twinge of awkwardness, wondering if she

sofa, but then heard him say, "Stay

words seemed to carry a hint of dismissal to her ears. Her throat felt tight, and she couldn't bring herself