Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 727

Chapter 727

Something wasn't right.

Clara lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling.

No, something was definitely off. Dylan's tenderness, the way he cared for her-it all felt alarmingly natural, like he'd been doing it forever.

She remembered what Mrs. Hawthorne had said, about Dylan picking wildflowers at the old country chapel. She remembered hurling those flowers at him; he hadn't made a sound in protest.

She had no idea how long she drifted in her thoughts before the door creaked open again. Dylan stepped in, carrying a bowl of soup.

He gently helped her sit up, slipping a pillow behind her lower back.

He stirred the soup, scooped up a spoonful, and held it to her lips.

She drank, her eyes lingering on his face.

But Dylan wouldn't meet her gaze. He just quietly repeated the motion-scoop, feed, repeat-like this was the most normal thing in the world.

Clara ate until her stomach finally stopped aching. Only then did she speak, her voice hesitant. "You..."

She got the word out, then immediately turned away, embarrassed.

Even that small movement felt exhausting-her whole body was heavy and weak. Dylan just waited, holding the bowl, patient for whatever she wanted to say.

The silence pressed in, thick and tense, like he was waiting for his sentence to be passed.

If she'd remembered her past, she wouldn't be this gentle, she thought. But fate had been strangely generous to him.

long moment before she dropped her eyes. "I'm

blinked, lashes trembling. He

Her cheeks went pink. "I

words stuck in her throat, her face

just

eyes and leaned back,

I always sort of knew, deep down. I just... I thought

words echoed in her mind. That night she'd been pushed into the pit, with dirt raining down

and he

her, and she'd chalked

told herself it was just him using his

that he might

little, dazzling piece hidden

love could drive someone like

was hot as she bit her

into Z, thinking he just didn't like Z for the same shallow reasons everyone

wasn't that. He just loved her too

hadn't realized this, she would've kept being cold,

to hurt him

I was... so

it out loud made her feel lighter, like she

spoon clink against the bowl. Then, suddenly, his breath was on

eyes flew

how long he kissed her. Heat flushed up her neck, her

his chest, trying

trailed down, hungry for

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