Chapter 77

Clara

I don’t dare to say another word, and thus, the ball is officially in Alistair’s court.

What is he thinking? Does he think I’m a weirdo for writing erotic books?

He continues to look at me in silence until one corner of his lip pulls up in amusement. A familiar and not-appreciated prickling sensation immediately steals over my skin.

Stop being so easily charmed by him!

How is my body so weak