He could tell what she was getting at, so he eased up, gently cleaning her off. "I just love being with you like this."
Clara was completely spent, feeling his kisses travel from her toes upward, making her instinctively scoot back a bit.
"That's just... not right."
Who goes in for a kiss after everything's done?
But he was already diving in.
Clara turned her head away, every little sound seemed to echo in the quiet room.
Right then, her phone started ringing. She had no desire to answer it, nor the energy to reach for it.
She wanted to push him away, but he was way too strong.
The ringtone kept going, and she didn’t even know how she accidentally hit the answer button. Simon's voice came through the line.
"Clara, where are you? I’ve been ringing your doorbell for ages and no one's answering. About the car accident..."
Clara wasn't really listening; the call was a slip-up. She wanted to hang up but her fingers felt like jelly, refusing to cooperate.
Her toes curled, pressing against Z's shoulder.
In the dark, every sound seemed amplified.
Her thoughts were a tangled mess, and for a split second, she thought maybe staying in this darkness with him wasn’t so bad. They could just be together like this.
Sensing the call was still going, he got even more playful, determined to make her melt.
A sudden flash of clarity hit her, making her body shiver hard.
“Ugh... stop.”
He pulled her close, gently patting her back.
Clara leaned into him, catching her breath, her face flushed and warm.
She really did love his scent, something only he had, a light, elegant floral hint.
Simon's voice was still coming through the phone, now sounding eerily cold.
"Clara, what are you doing?"
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