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.

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

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 away from

were injured, not the rest

pair of warm hands slowly wrap around her waist. Even though she had a

away, her voice low. "If you're feeling better, try to get some

Her waist was slender, fitting

other intentions towards you. I don't know if this is

gaze stayed on her face, clearly reading her sincerity. She truly had no other

felt a twinge of awkwardness, wondering

sheet tighter around herself, considering moving to the sofa, but then heard him say,

hint of dismissal to her ears. Her throat felt tight,