Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 769

Clara jolted awake, her heart pounding as she sat up in bed, gulping in air.

She glanced over at the other side of the big bed—he was still fast asleep, peaceful as ever.

The window had been left open, and the night breeze kept making the curtains billow and float, filling the room with restless shadows.

She slipped out of bed, thinking a little fresh air might help clear her head. But the moment her feet touched the floor, she heard his voice behind her. “Can’t sleep?”

The lamp on his nightstand was still glowing. He was awake now, eyes open and watching her.

She nodded. “Yeah.”

Clara slid open the balcony door and stepped outside. The night air was cool, brushing against her bare skin. She leaned against the railing, trying to steady herself. Maybe that dream had been triggered by his goodnight kiss—she still felt a little shaken.

Dylan showed up in the doorway, his robe loosely wrapped around him. “Nightmare?”

She hesitated, fingers wrapping tight around the railing. “No, I’m fine,” she said, though her voice sounded small.

He seemed to sense her unease and didn’t come any closer, just stayed by the door, giving her space.

The wind was stronger out here, a little chilly.

He paused, then quietly slipped off his robe and draped it over her shoulders before stepping back to the doorway, careful not to intrude.

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