Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Clara felt trapped in that dream, lost for what seemed like forever, her body heavy with exhaustion, as if something was pressing down on her and refusing to let her wake.

She could still recall the surge of emotion washing over her back then-the warmth of a hand reaching out, steady and reassuring, like it was the only thing keeping her afloat. That little crush she'd tried to ignore suddenly felt so real, so solid. Maybe it started right there, in the thick summer heat, surrounded by the clamor of birds and animals. For the first time, she finally understood what it meant to want someone so much you'd actually dream about marrying them.

It was a strange feeling-delicate, impossible to put into words.

She tried to wake up but couldn't. The metallic scent of blood clung to him-he must have been hurt badly too, and still, he never said a word.

Her vision stayed blurry. "How much longer until our teacher comes to get us?" she asked, her voice small.

Through the haze, he finally answered, "Soon."

She could sense it-they were slowly getting out of that terrifying forest, and the sunlight beyond the trees kept getting brighter.

She sat in the grass, trying to rest, and listened to his footsteps as they faded away. Maybe he'd gone hunting again-would they end up eating roasted meat like before?

But after a few steps, he turned back and quietly sat down beside her.

She looked up, but everything was still fuzzy. Only the sun looked clear-a pale white disc overhead.

face, pressed a quick kiss to her cheek, and then took

there, not really sure how to feel, only that her heart was

always said she was too easygoing, a little slow on the uptake when it came to feelings-maybe even a

woke up with a jolt, the sound of someone typing

sitting up in bed, laptop balanced on his knees, typing with one hand while the other

quickly let go and rubbed her

and last night's dream

you hungry? I'll make us some breakfast,"

last night to

two buttons missing-ripped off, probably by her, exposing

mark on his collarbone, faded but stubborn, like it had decided to stick around for

sight was almost too much. Paired with his face, it was no wonder no woman could keep her cool

faked a cough and hurried out of the

she found the table already set-breakfast ready and

it, but as she opened the door, he

nearly collided with