Clara shot upright in bed, gulping in air, her forehead damp with sweat.

Her eyes were unfocused as she looked at him. "What?"

Dylan's hands hovered stiffly over his laptop, veins standing out, but his face gave nothing away-calm, almost distant.

"What did you dream about?"

She frowned, digging for the memory, but all she could grab was a heavy,

uncomfortable feeling pressing down on her chest.

Without thinking, she wrapped her arms around Dylan's.

"Babe, can we not sleep here tomorrow night? I really don't like this place."

She slipped into her old, familiar way of whining-Clara had always been good at that, ever since she was little.

She was always so sweet and obedient, stubborn but adorable, a little clueless, a lot innocent.

Clara watched his face, searching for a hint of warmth, scooting closer to press a few soft kisses to the corner of his lips.

"Please?" she murmured.

He didn't say a word, just closed his laptop slowly.

Suddenly, Clara felt a chill radiating off him-cold, almost sharp. She loosened her hold on his arm, uneasy.

He set the laptop aside, folded up the tray table, then glanced at her. "Are you scared of me?"

She dropped her head and stayed quiet. She had no idea what had set him off. Then, out of nowhere, he cupped her face in his hands, staring at her.

leftovers from her

never really saw him-not even a reflection. But in her dreams, she always

able to

He'd tried everything.

searching his face. "What's

her face,

together, hesitated, then suddenly climbed onto his

his eyelids, then

looked at

Still mad?

dropped her head, kissing his jaw, then down to his

He reached over and patted her head

She was just about to move away when he

"Mark me."

was soft, turning his

you know how? Right where you kissed me. Make it deep, so it

really sure what

tugged at her loose

in and bit down,

just froze for a second

was fierce, like he wanted to brand her, to leave something

he finally let go, he rested his forehead

sure he'd drawn blood, and

this was what he meant

collarbone, then leaned in and bit

spot-when he wore a shirt,

she

held on even harder, just

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