Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 307

Realizing she had asked a question she shouldn't have, she quickly leaned in and pressed her lips to his.

But he turned his head slightly, a playful tone in his voice, "What did you

remember?"

"Nothing, just you on my mind."

"Really?"

"Mmm, really."

His lips curled into a pleased smile, and he turned back, letting her kiss him again. Clara let out a relieved breath as he drew her into another round of passion.

nestled into his arms, drifting off into a restless sleep. Her dreams were a jumble,

turning with the memory

Dylan...

a sea of flames, a soft hand wiping away her sweat. She turned over, trying to

"Dylan..."

air. The arm around her waist froze,

as she was still tangled up in the dream. She lowered her lashes, hearing him ask again, "Who were you

guess I'm not used to it yet. Saying his name doesn't

as she spoke. He sat up, resting his head against her neck, murmuring,

mess. That phrase-don't trust Dylan-was something she had written before, but why? After what happened with Dylan on the island, she couldn't just bring it up. Besides, whatever was going on with Dylan, whether it was male instinct or something else, she wouldn't be seeing him anytime soon. Best to steer clear

his

at the report in his hand, a cold smile playing on his lips. The person behind him apologized, "Sir, we haven't

"Are