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.

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

knee accidentally brushed against something hot and firm. She froze, her face instantly

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

hands slowly wrap around her waist. Even though she had a thin sheet between them, she could feel the unusual warmth of his

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

hand lingered on her waist. Her waist was slender, fitting perfectly in his

Dylan, I really don't have any other intentions towards you. I don't know if this is just instinct or what, but

clearly reading her sincerity. She truly had no

over, presenting his back to her. Clara felt a twinge of awkwardness, wondering if she

considering moving to the sofa, but then heard him say, "Stay here.

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