Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 770

Clara froze, words caught in her throat. She couldn't meet his eyes. After a long pause, she finally managed, “I didn't mean to bring him up in front of you."

It wasn't about showing off how much she loved Z. Honestly, she never even said the word "love" out loud. It felt too serious, too heavy-like it would turn her feelings into someone else's hope or expectation, and that was just too much pressure. She'd rather avoid it entirely.

Most of the time, she didn't mention Z at all. But if she caught even the faintest glimpse of something that reminded her of him, she'd follow it without thinking.

She never needed to spell out how much she cared. The fact that she kept chasing after those shadows said it all.

Clara dropped her gaze and tried to slip past him toward the bed. Tomorrow, she'd have to face the Fergusons with him, and she needed whatever sleep she could get.

Suddenly, his hand shot out, stopping her in her tracks.

She thought he was about to say something, so she glanced up, ready to ask. Instead, he pulled her into his arms-fast, insistent, like he couldn't help himself.

She tensed, expecting him to steal another kiss. But he didn't. He just held her, arms wound tight around her like he was afraid she might disappear.

Clara's first instinct was to push him away, but then she felt how tense he was, every muscle drawn tight. Her hand dropped to her side.

His forehead pressed against her neck, his breathing harsh and uneven, like something inside him had broken open.

For a second, she worried he might actually pass out.

But he didn't. He just stayed there, forehead buried in her neck, then whispered, voice rough, "I regret it."

for what he'd done

for having to spend the rest of his

back everything he felt, just

of him was screaming for her, needing her close. Even hugging her like this wasn't enough-it only

tight around her she could barely breathe. Clara had no idea what she'd

he having one of his episodes? Did he

reached up and patted

was on her neck-hot,

wanted push him away, but his need

fallen backwards

her-just followed her down, their noses almost touching. Sweat dripped

"You..."

to ask if he was

hers, not quite a kiss, as he murmured,

still. He said it, then turned his head away,

the room was just

see

his

the sheen

sweat on his brow.

together,