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.

After about ten minutes, his eyelashes fluttered, and he caught her small hand.

brushed against

head, she kept reminding herself that Dylan's legs were injured, not

she felt a pair of warm hands slowly wrap around her waist. Even though she had a thin sheet between them, she could feel the

and scooted a bit further away, her voice low. "If you're feeling better, try to

hand lingered on her waist. Her

this is just instinct or what, but if you

stayed on her face, clearly reading her sincerity. She truly

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

the sofa, but then

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