Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 307

Realizing she had asked a question she shouldn't have, she quickly leaned in and pressed her lips to his.

But he turned his head slightly, a playful tone in his voice, “What did you remember?”

“Nothing, just you on my mind.”

“Really?”

“Mmm, really.”

His lips curled into a pleased smile, and he turned back, letting her kiss him again. Clara let out a relieved breath as he drew her into another round of passion.

Afterward, she felt drained and nestled into his arms, drifting off into a restless sleep. Her dreams were a jumble, a shadowy figure gently calling her name, Clara, like a soft spring rain.

She furrowed her brow, tossing and turning with the memory flashing through her mind—don’t trust Dylan.

Dylan...

She felt like she was burning in a sea of flames, a soft hand wiping away her sweat. She turned over, trying to escape the fire, only to be pulled back, his arms wrapping around her like vines.

“Dylan...”

She called out, snapping awake, sitting up and gasping for air. The arm around her waist froze, and a soft voice asked, “Who are you calling?”

Clara swallowed, scrambling for an excuse as she was still tangled up in the dream. She lowered her lashes, hearing him ask again, “Who were you calling?”