Clara still had her eyes closed. She didn’t speak, only nestled her cheek against his hand, yearning for the warmth of his palm.
Marico drove Clara home.
In the elevator, Marico hesitated to meet Clara’s gaze. “Clara, have you had dinner? Should I order takeout?”
Clara remained silent, her head lowered, her expression hidden from Marico’s view.
Out of the elevator, Marico walked ahead. As soon as the door closed, he felt a sudden tightness around his waist. Clara was hugging him from behind.
“Marico, love me...” Clara’s voice was hoarse, and she sobbed against his back.
Marico lost all control. He turned, embraced Clara tightly, and kissed her face and lips desperately.
“Clara, leave Sullivan. I’ll make you happy!”
Clara shook her head repeatedly, yet responded to Marico with ferve
