Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 296

Clara bit her lip and gently placed her hand on his chest. The heat coming off his skin was intense, especially in the reddened areas, making her fingertips tremble a bit. Suddenly, Dylan's hand covered hers.

Clara's fingers instinctively curled, and she quickly brushed away any other thoughts that tried to creep in. "Move your hand, let me scratch it for you," she said softly.

Dylan's eyes were locked onto her face. Noticing she avoided making eye contact and seemed a bit uneasy, a slow smile crept onto his lips. "Alright," he agreed.

As he moved his hand away, Clara's fingers began to softly scratch his skin. After a few moments, she asked, "Feel a bit better now?"

His breathing grew heavier. Clara could feel the body beneath her hand grow even hotter and more tense. Dylan remained silent, his lips a firm line.

Thinking she was helping, she continued to scratch his chest for quite a while. After about ten minutes, his eyelashes fluttered, and he caught her small hand. "Enough," he murmured.

Clara sighed in relief, about to ask if he felt any better, when her knee accidentally brushed against something hot and firm. She froze, her face instantly turning crimson as she quickly turned away from Dylan.

In her head, she kept reminding herself that Dylan's legs were injured, not the rest of him, and such reactions were perfectly normal under the circumstances.

In a daze, she felt a pair of warm hands slowly wrap around her waist. Even though she had a thin sheet between them, she could feel the unusual warmth of his touch.

She stiffened slightly and scooted a bit further away, her voice low. "If you're feeling better, try to get some rest. Once the storm passes, someone will come for us."