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?"

hesitated, fingers wrapping tight around the railing. "No, I'm fine," she said, though her

unease and didn't come any closer, just stayed by the door,

wind was stronger out here, a

robe and draped it over her shoulders before stepping back to the

the cold

that uncomfortable silence to drag on, she tried to find something— anything—to talk about. "Earlier tonight, when I ran

Part of her knew Dylan liked her, and bringing up another guy felt unfair. But she couldn't keep it bottled up, either. She took

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

herself opening up, a small, sad

lips.

strange,

connection, like our souls just clicked. With him, I could relax, let my guard

down at the garden, the

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