One of them was ice, the other fire—and somehow, they just fit together, like it was meant to be.
Clara gave it her all, kissing him until she felt breathless, like he’d stolen the very air from her lungs. She finally turned her head away, gasping for air.
Dylan rested his head against her neck, his own breathing just as shaky. Once she’d caught her breath, Clara, still under the covers, slid her arms around his waist. “Will you stay with me tonight?”
He paused, didn’t answer. She didn’t let go, not caring whether he said yes or not.
Dylan waited until she drifted off before gently sitting up, watching her sleep. He grabbed his bathrobe and slipped away for a cold shower.
When he came back, she’d already moved over, leaving half the bed just for him. He stood there for a second, then lifted the blanket and climbed in beside her.
The room was still lit, though only the little lamp by the bed was on now, casting everything in a soft, hazy glow.
Clara felt him settle next to her—a cool, fresh presence. She rolled over, but the movement pulled at her injured shoulder. She winced, hissing in pain.
Dylan placed a gentle hand on her, his voice soothing. “Don’t move around.”
She stilled, just her face poking out from the covers. “Z, come closer. I haven’t seen you in forever. I missed you.”
She scooted nearer as she spoke, grabbing his hand and guiding it up her side. Her fingers traced over his abs, then up to his throat. She was too out of it to realize just how perfect his body was.
Dylan caught her hand, pressing her fingers to his lips for a soft kiss. His tone was gentle, almost like he was coaxing her to sleep. “Go to sleep.”
Clara’s mind spun with memories of all the crazy, wild times she’d had with Z. It all felt a little unreal.
“Just… sleep?” she whispered.
He suddenly laughed—really laughed, shoulders shaking with it. It was the second time that night.
Clara’s head was a mess, and she didn’t even register his laughter. She just couldn’t believe that after so long apart, they’d just lie here and do nothing. Still, she worried about coming off too desperate.
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