Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 820

Clara pulled Dylan onto the bed, her fingers brushing against his damp hair. She raised an eyebrow. "You took a shower before coming over?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he turned his head away, silent as ever.

Clara sighed. This guy was impossible-so repressed and stubborn.

Fine. If Dylan wouldn't talk, she had other ways to get him to open up. Words didn't work on him, but she was pretty sure her tongue would.

And just like that, the second she kissed him, he gave in.

His eyes darkened, hands finding her waist. He hesitated for a few seconds before finally murmuring, "What is it you want to ask me so badly?"

She was really going above and beyond just to get an answer out of him.

Everything after that just happened naturally. When Clara took the lead, Dylan never stood a chance.

Honestly, it wasn't even about refusing he couldn't think straight, let alone say

no.

By the time they finally came up for air, the sky outside was already turning pale with morning light.

Clara was exhausted. She rolled over and yawned. "Let me sleep first. I'll ask you later."

closer, pressing

asleep almost instantly. Lately, her dreams had been relentless— especially after that showdown with Simon. The memories kept looping

made her feel safe and warm. That comfort, though, always felt like it was

dreamed again that

sticky, wounded, everything

her into a survival test-fifteen

overhearing her older brother's voice: "Does it have to be like this?

were younger when you did it. Survive, or you're no use to us. You managed-don't

"I just..."

Clara had always been afraid of her mentor-strict,

she held on. She wanted to protect the people she

days in the wild weren't just about dodging wild animals-there were people out there who wanted her

it through the first ten days, dealing with every threat, until some poisonous spray hit her eyes,

And right when she thought she couldn't go on,

"Ben? Is that

stiffened, but

was Ben. He always

eyes hurt, she couldn't see, and the place was crawling with poisonous

our mentor do this to us? Why is it so dangerous?

into her hand Her stomach settled, and with his han@guiding her, she kept moving,