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."

her, pulling her closer, pressing a

dreams had been relentless— especially after that

warm. That comfort, though, always felt like it was

dreamed again that

hot and sticky, wounded,

her into a survival

voice: "Does it have

kid?" the mentor shot back. "You were younger when you did it. Survive, or you're no use to us. You managed-don't get soft

"I just..."

faded. Clara had always been afraid of her mentor-strict, but sometimes

training pushed her to the edge, she held on. She wanted to protect

weren't just about dodging wild animals-there were people out there who wanted

barely made it through the first ten days, dealing with every

And right when she thought she couldn't go on, a hand found

"Ben? Is that

but he

always looked out for her, more than

was crawling with poisonous bugs. Tears started rolling

do this to us?

food into her hand Her stomach settled, and with his