Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 769

Chapter 769

Clara jolted awake, her heart pounding as she sat up in bed, gulping in air.

She glanced over at the other side of the big bed-he was still fast asleep, peaceful as ever.

The window had been left open, and the night breeze kept making the curtains billow and float, filling the room with restless shadows.

She slipped out of bed, thinking a little fresh air might help clear her head. But the moment her feet touched the floor, she heard his voice behind her. "Can't sleep?"

The lamp on his nightstand was still glowing. He was awake now, eyes open and watching her.

She nodded. "Yeah."

Clara slid open the balcony door and stepped outside. The night air was cool, brushing against her bare skin. She leaned against the railing, trying to steady herself. Maybe that dream had been triggered by his goodnight kiss-she still felt a little shaken.

Dylan showed up in the doorway, his robe loosely wrapped around him. "Nightmare?"

wrapping tight around the railing. "No, I'm fine," she

didn't come any

out

then quietly slipped off his robe and draped it over her shoulders

burned. She clung to the cold metal railing, trying

to drag on, she tried to find something— anything—to talk about. "Earlier tonight, when I ran out... it was because I

the right words. Part of her knew Dylan liked her, and bringing up another guy felt unfair. But she couldn't keep it bottled

I know it sounds crazy, but I keep thinking he's not really gone. He was always. fragile. I guess that's not a great word for a guy, but it fits him. He was the kind of person you just couldn't stay mad at. I'd try to be tough, tell myself to break up with him, but in the end, I just couldn't do it. It's weird-how someone can make you feel like saying anything harsh is almost

opening up, a small, sad smile tugging at

lips.

was strange,

With him, I could relax, let my guard down. Even the parts

the streetlights

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