Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 307

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.

and nestled into his arms, drifting off into a restless sleep. Her dreams were a jumble, a shadowy figure gently calling her name, Clara,

her brow, tossing and turning with the memory flashing through her

Dylan...

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

"Dylan..."

up and gasping for air. The arm around her waist

was still tangled up in the dream. She lowered her lashes, hearing him

guess I'm not used to it yet. Saying

spoke. He sat up, resting his head against her

a 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

seen his face. Her eyes drifted to a solitary grave, and

cold smile playing on his lips. The person

the report on the table, frowning. "Are you sure Dylan stayed at Palm

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